Where there is no honour there is no dishonour.
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Honour a good man that he may honour you, and a bad man that he may not dishonour you.
His honour rooted in dishonour stood,
And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
quote by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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Do no dishonour to the earth least you dishonour the spirit of man.
quote by Henry Beston
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A Great Home
There are not only vessels of gold and silver in a great home,
But also of wood and clay items to satisfy the muse of beauty;
Some for honour and some for dishonour,
But that is how the world is around us today.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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M: II: I Cannot Pay your Honour
I have sought to triumph over nothing,
have tri-ed,
have failed to -umph.
Honour is paid
By accepting honour.
By accepting honour,
I would honour trying,
would honour lack of -umph.
I cannot pay your honour.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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What Shall I Do For the Land that Bred Me
What shall I do for the land that bred me,
Her homes and fields that folded and fed me?—
Be under her banner and live for her honour:
Under her banner I’ll live for her honour.
CHORUS. Under her banner live for her honour.
Not the pleasure, the pay, the plunder,
But country and flag, the flag I am under—
There is the shilling that finds me willing
To follow a banner and fight for honour.
CH. We follow her banner, we fight for her honour.
Call me England’s fame’s fond lover,
Her fame to keep, her fame to recover.
Spend me or end me what God shall send me,
But under her banner I live for her honour.
CH. Under her banner we march for her honour.
Where is the field I must play the man on?
O welcome there their steel or cannon.
Immortal beauty is death with duty,
If under her banner I fall for her honour.
CH. Under her banner we fall for her honour.
poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins
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Temptation With Flowers
so many flowers given
for the wrong reason
flowers given in vain
some men think
to win love
with flowers given
alas love is not
to be purchased
arranged so easily
give to receive a smile
glowing like golden sunlight
or a blush young innocent
heartfelt in modesty pleasure
but do not dishonour flowers
do not dishonour pure hearts
poem by Terence George Craddock
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To Succeed With Honour
the will to honour win
to succeed with honour
to sacrifice for honour
is worth in excess
of 24 carat gold
an attitude not to be sold
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Tribute to Gani
Yesterday,
It was just yesterday in September,
He was laid to rest in golden casket
Though he lived a golden life to deserve more
Yet as men do,
The celebration of hypocrites comes after demise
Rare Wig gawk the myriads in honour of a true luminary
Yesterday,
It was just yesterday,
Jailed for truth by country rebels for rights
Turned and tortured by oppressor still alive
Resisting venomous illegality where chickens bowed in shame
Bathed in the common cruelty of state sponsored arm brigand
Yesterday,
It was just yesterday,
He roared in courts, despising the hazards
Burned in passionate loathing of poli-tricks of exalted liars
Exposing furtive murderer, masquerading in rocks of our honour
Renown, revered, amongst true patriots
Yesterday,
It was just yesterday,
He was stripped of a long deserved honour,
Tyrants shirked to disdain the true leader of the masses
Scholars rode over stupidity and proclaimed
The First SAM, first and yet not another
Yesterday,
It was just yesterday,
He pierced their conscience, with a party
To revive the glory of leadership by involvement
Alas, the innumerable powers of evil men in nocturnal overrule
Vetoed a woe of corrupters, imposed dishonour like leprosy
And we rot in honour as we go still
Yesterday,
It was just yesterday,
He was numbered with great world changers
Like, Mandela, Luther, Churchill
Will be remembered not only as a Lawyer, SAM or SAN in sand
But as a true fighter, an indefatigable orator, with an unswerving ardour
For the oppressed, the voiceless poor masses,
poem by Macaulay Akinbami
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Mother land
Mother is dear and precious,
Not single but reasons various,
Bowing head with mind conscious,
World recognize and hold opinion continuous,
We run to her and seek refuge,
To us she is supreme and huge,
Not a word of dishonour to her honour,
Always she is their in our critical hour,
I would prefer more to serve mother,
Even heaven is offered, I won’t bother,
She always keeps flock together,
Why we go and seek blessings from other,
Mother land is no less sacred,
I lay down life rather tears to shed,
Hold the ground and never fled,
Let whole land cover with blood red,
Mother land is more precious than heaven,
To be defended with odds and even,
Not an inch to be given or bartered,
To her feet thousands of lives to be offered,
Never to question what she did for?
What I could offer in case of war?
If honour and prestige are at stake,
I will not bother about my cake,
Mother and mother land both is supreme,
Preventive steps taken even so extreme,
Nothing can be so holier than her,
I pray and worship her and no to her,
I shall deem it my duty to defend,
May not bother even many to offend,
Shall prefer the place in glorious hell,
But not desert her for self interest well
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Honour Life
honour life
honour people loved
while they are here
rather than mourn
when they are gone
when it is too late
show a little sincere appreciation
for family friends life loved
saving you from empty alienation
appreciate gift love time
subtle small gifts divine
memories shine through time
to love appreciate fully now
seems a far better rational response
than to regret at fatal final hour
honour life
honour life
while it is here
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Neither do I think that I ever put any dishonour upon you.
quote by Anne Hutchinson
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Energy
Matter
It wants to play
Be a mother of singing
Waiting for the return of words
Into her womb
Sparkles between a living and dead self
And an anti self
Honour the innocence
Of its unawareness
Gravity
It wants to play
Increase decrease inside out
Strongholds
And an anti self
Honour the innocence
Of its unawareness
Time
It wants to play
Be a father of changes
It waits for nothing
But its own end
And its anti self
Honour the innocence
Of its unawareness
Space
It wants to play
Be a brother to spacious
Waiting in spasm of the dead ends
For a playful vast
And its anti self
Honour the innocence
Of its unawareness
Energy
It wants to play
Over the dimensions
Be a soul's sister
Across the humans
Free
To kill its anti self
Honour the innocence
Of its awareness
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The king is extraordinary.
Honour is made for human functions.
A monarch is not extraordinary;
The ordinary people make him so.
Unless he is made extraordinary
He could not rule the ordinary ones.
The extraordinary must respect
The demand of the honour bestowed
On him by the ordinary people,
And must act to be extraordinary.
Masters must honour the headmaster,
Who must respect the demand of honour
Expected of him by other masters,
Failing which he will lose his status.
26.10.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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It is forbidden to decry other sects the true believer gives honour to whatever in them is worthy of honour.
It is forbidden to decry other sects; the true believer gives honour to whatever in them is worthy of honour.
A Poem for November 28,2007
At rest, in peace, and happily,
in silence, in stillness, and joyfully,
honour yourself. Be yourself.
When you honour yourself
you honour the whole created world.
Live just this day in your glorious self.
Remember it for the rest of your life
as the day the world rested in itself,
the day we were all at rest in peace,
the day the world was a happy place
and you were glad to be that peace;
the day we were all ourself.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Since Cleopatra died, I have liv'd in such dishonour that the gods Detest my baseness.
quote by William Shakespeare
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Aya Sophýa Istanbul
Aya Sophýa Istanbul
church built
to honour God
became a model
for all mosques
to honour Allah
See also the poem ‘Praise God As Blessed Peacemakers’.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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