To many a man, and sometimes to a youth, there comes the opportunity to choose between honorable competence and tainted wealth. The young man who starts out to be poor and honorable, holds in his hand one of the strongest elements of success.
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Please Keep The Pain
please keep the pain
do not attempt to throw pain away
please be patient
do not scream do not tell the neighbors
do not shame pain by running wildly on the streets
screaming about your pain
please do not create a scandal for this
honorable family in pain
please keep the pain for a while and be honorable
there is decency in pain
keep this pain with a clean face on a smooth disposition
let your arms lay there
appease the pain
as though pain is a baby that you want to put to sleep
soon it will go
nothing is permanent in this world
nothing will last forever
the pain may not subside but soon it will have its right time
it decides to go by itself
there is no choice
we will have this pain too
our pains in silence
because we are honorable too
you will never know
we will never tell you we are decently in pain too
we are honorable
we do not make presumptions that we will survive
but we will
these pains that make us decent and honorable
our faces will not show these pains
we will not even tell
we just keep them without complaining
we are decent we are honorable
we are the survivors
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Be honorable yourself if you wish to associate with honorable people.
Mr. Lincoln's elevation shows that in America every station in life may be honorable; that there is no barrier against the humblest; but that merit, wherever it exists, has the opportunity to be known.
quote by Matthew Simpson
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Remain honorable and don't worry if you're poor.
I doubt that the Lord cares much which honorable vocation you choose. But He does care if you love one another and serve one another.
quote by Russell M. Nelson
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No evil is honorable: but death is honorable; therefore death is not evil.
quote by Citium Zeno
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So Hard To Find
There are a few honest politicians so honest and faithful and kind
But they are such a small minority honest politicians are so hard to find
They would do almost anything for to hold on to power as power in their lives is their central theme
They put power in their lives before principle or at least that is how it does seem,
There are a few honest politicians though their type are becoming quite rare
And shady deals are concocted in high places in the bigger World out there
So much corruption in high places where success can come through deceit
Far decenter than them poor and homeless and living it rough on the street
To most politicians to lie is so easy and one lie leads to another they say
And they are referred to as 'the honorable' yet they tell more lies every day
They are tainted by their lust for power to power they so desperately cling
Yet many see them as quite special and many their praises do sing
And many out there are so gullible and to the faults of the power wielders quite blind
And 'tis sad that honest politicians are becoming much harder to find.
poem by Francis Duggan
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It will give them the opportunity to show themselves worthy of the respect and friendship of peace-loving nations, and in time, to take an honorable place among members of the United Nations.
quote by James F. Byrnes
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The Honourable Mheshimiwa(part three)
From the emptiness of Shagz
A lone voice cries
Begging and beseeching
Beseeching and requesting
Requesting and asking for one thing
Justice!
Honorable Mheshimiwa sighs and says
‘Yes! Justice! ’
The human rights watchdogs
Hiss and fuss
In a quick rejoinder
‘Hey! Justice? Mheshimiwa?
MP? Professor...
Let me puke before I proceed...
Honorary doctor of peace
Didn’t you steer, stimulate
Support and strengthen violence in Shagz! ’’
The international community storms in
Pushing pressurizing ‘n demandin’
‘Justice! Mheshimiwa must be tried, sentenced..In? ...
Yes! Justice must pace in’
The honorable Mheshimiwa barks
‘That’s neocolonialism
An attempt to character assassinate me
Me, I, myself and my allies
We shall unite
And fight…fight...fight
And eliminate
Our enemies’
Honorable Kanzu
Join hands with the Mheshimiwa
To fight ‘their’ opponents
A dry and husky voice implores
‘Excuse me honorable Kanzu
I’m your constituent and was violently evicted from Shagz
For the past fortnight
Fighting for my survival in the tent
Has been my rite…(maybe I have no right)
As you dwell dine n wine
With the mighty Mheshimiwa et al
Honorable Kanzu retorts angrily
‘Shhh! shut up before I spit n shit on you
Con man!
You want to dupe a super duper
Sleep and snore soundly in thy deep slumber
The lone voice screams
‘Who will rise to the occasion?
Of walking the talk?
Of mixing, water and milk?
Who? Who? Who? ’
An anonymous voice mutters
‘Excuse me…listen
That’s being Kenyan’
poem by Ibrahim Tendera Oroni
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Public life is regarded as the crown of a career, and to young men it is the worthiest ambition. Politics is still the greatest and the most honorable adventure.
Choose
I choose focus
I choose freedom
to be happy, to have fun
to have a wonderful life
to be young, light and bright
I choose health, wealth
lands, treasures
I choose to trust, love
commitment, faith,
I choose to enjoy life
I choose the lord
I choose...
poem by Johnny Walks
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She Could Have Been
An old women
she sat in thought
looking at all these
beautiful young women
passing by the banch in the park,
she then starts to spill tears,
and regrets the missed opportunity
she strives not to believe,
that she has no home,
and memories of his youth days
Start boiling like a melted steel
And one question she asked
'Why did I not cherish my youth days'
Now no one, wants to be in the same pain,
trust me, you want to!
poem by Anele ''The African Son'' kaPotelwa
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He Comes From A Different Culture
He comes from a different culture the tall dark one with such a great smile
And he finds it so hard to settle here so far from the banks of the Nile
He cannot speak the English language the tongue of this Southern Land
And that he feels he is an outsider ought not be hard to understand.
Tall and lean he looks very athletic and like a runner quite light on his feet
But he is not known as a sportsman and he never was an athlete
A young man in his early twenties and so gentle in his own quiet way
He speaks just a few words of English and two of those words are 'good day'
War and famine ravage his Homeland and for him 'twas not a safe place
And he fled just like many others to live far from his clan and race
To smile to him comes rather easily and he seems untainted by guile
But in his dark eyes there's a longing for the distant banks of the Nile.
My sympathies with the poor fellow he seems such an honorable bloke
He came to this Country a pauper financially dependant and broke
From his tribe to a refugee camp and life for him downhill all of the way
One hopes for him a better future though in that he doesn't have a say.
In this City his life is so different nostalgia is such a strange thing
Amongst his tribe and his family he felt happy and good memories of the past to him cling
Back home everybody was special and here he's just one more refugee
To smile to him it may come easy but the sadness in his eyes one see.
He comes from a different culture and of this culture not much he knows
And here he must feel an outsider but one might say that's life I suppose
He is such an honorable fellow yet how sad his life for him must be
And life is not meant to be easy for any poor Stateless Refugee.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Robbers
Robbers are everywhere,
titled with honors.
They live like kings,
Action of them stings.
When they rob in millions,
as commissions,
actually they let others
to rob in billions.
Those who talk about justice,
corrupt free nations at their home,
bribe our politicians,
to rob from our poor nations.
What you preach can be practiced,
in double standard?
To let your own country to prosper,
why do you let us, the poor, to suffer?
The honorable robbers,
are our politicians,
who rob our peace,
our future and the sleep.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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No revenge is more honorable than the one not taken.
If honor were profitable, everybody would be honorable.
quote by Thomas More
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In war, there is nothing more honorable than victory.
Can Wealth Give
Can wealth give you enough of honor?
Can wind spread fragrance from bad odor?
Answer may be flat no for such comparison
As it has been substantiated with enough of reasons
Each argument is weighed in favor and against
Some of the aspects are given more important and some are with least
But each one is carrying importance in its own sphere
Wealth remains in center position and holds power
Wealth may give social status and position
But certainly may not form good composition
If it is used for welfare of people or common use
The person may find high elevation whenever prefers or chooses
Some time power corrupts people
And absolute power lands in unavoidable trouble
It leads to arrogance and misuse of power
Only wise people may escape and such is realized by fewer
Such kind of slippery ground does exist
Person can use it favorably or give twist
Use it for gain, waste or on other means
Only to witness down fall or end up with ugly scene
It is good to be and feel as wealthy person
It gives social security with enough of reasons
It has taken lots of years to gain the control
So it has natural recognition and responded with honorable call
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Which Side Are You On
Which Side Are You On
Why do we think one victim
suffers more than the other
one deserves more sympathy
than the other
What guides us to identify more
with one and not the other
rhetoric that plays on emotions
twangs heart strings in one country
Falls on deaf ears else where
the same terrorist is judged
as patriot and martyr
A criminal act becomes moral
why do we equate a suicide terrorist
with terminaing the controllers
in fact why do we equate one act
Of violence with another
aren't they all honorable deeds
for honorable humane causes
strange the case of preferences
Strum the chords of sympathy
strut the stage in limelight
blind the viewer and voyuer
from weighing the causes and reasons
Devoid the emotions
free from hate and revenge
quit the game of equating one cruel deed with another
saying one violent murder
is more horrendous than the other
poem by Shimon Weinroth
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