Who to himself is law, no law doth need, offends no law, and is a king indeed.
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For the couple to move closer
When he offends his kin,
His wife must defend them.
When she offends her kin,
Her spouse must defend them
Then both will move closer.
03.11.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You Who Have Never Been There....
what then doth the bird
learn from the cage?
what doth the bare limb
learn from the snow?
what doth the starving child
learn from his hunger?
what doth the homeless man
learn from the lighted window?
what doth the oppressed
learn from his oppression?
what doth the one discriminated against
learn from discrimination?
what doth the hopeless one
learn from his despair?
is it that easy for you to know,
you who have never been there?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Some Things Others Do
YOU,
May tolerate your laziness.
But me?
I find it offends.
Perhaps,
I know what it takes to be disciplined.
And those accepting mediocrity with ease...
Is like hearing the screeching,
With chalk on a blackboard...
Intentionally begin.
YOU,
May tolerate your laziness.
But me?
I find it offends.
And I know I represent,
An older generation now!
However...
Some things others do,
I will not let go unmentioned.
It is wonderful to see someone attempting their best.
And that effort seems to grab my attention!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Shepherd's Wife's Song
Ah, what is love? It is a pretty thing,
As sweet unto a shepherd as a king,
And sweeter, too:
For kings have cares that wait upon a crown,
And cares can make the sweetest love to frown:
Ah then, ah then,
If country loves such sweet desires do gain,
What lady would not love a shepherd swain?
His flocks are folded; he comes home at night
As merry as a king in his delight,
And merrier, too:
For kings bethink them what the state require,
Where shepherds, careless, carol by the fire:
He kisseth first, then sits at blithe to eat
His cream and curds, as doth a king his meat,
And blither, too:
For kings have often fears when they do sup,
Where shepherds dread no poison in their cup:
To bed he goes, as wanton then, I ween,
As is a king in dalliance with a queen;
More wanton, too:
For kings have many griefs, affects to move,
Where shepherds have no greater grief than love:
Upon his couch of straw he sleeps as sound
As doth the king upon his bed of down;
More sounder, too:
For cares cause kings full oft their sleep to spill,
Where weary shepherds lie and snort their fill:
Thus, with his wife, he spends the year as blithe
As doth the king at every tide or sithe,
And blither, too:
For kings have wars and broils to take in hand,
Where shepherds laugh and love upon the land:
Ah then, ah then,
Since country loves such sweet desires do gain,
What lady would not love a shepherd swain?
poem by Robert Greene
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Upon The Skilfull Player Of An Instrument
He that can play well on an instrument,
Will take the ear, and captivate the mind
With mirth or sadness; for that it is bent
Thereto, as music in it place doth find.
But if one hears that hath therein no skill,
(As often music lights of such a chance)
Of its brave notes they soon be weary will:
And there are some can neither sing nor dance.
Comparison.
Unto him that thus skilfully doth play,
God doth compare a gospel-minister,
That rightly preacheth, and doth godly pray,
Applying truly what doth thence infer.
This man, whether of wrath or grace he preach,
So skilfully doth handle every word;
And by his saying doth the heart so reach,
That it doth joy or sigh before the Lord.
But some there be, which, as the brute, doth lie
Under the Word, without the least advance
Godward; such do despise the ministry;
They weep not at it, neither to it dance.
poem by John Bunyan
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An Absence of a Felt Concern
The moment someone does something to another,
That offends...
A damage was done instantly.
And a hurting that begins,
Does not pretend!
Emotions are involved.
And when they are excused,
To leave the doer to say,
How sensitive and easily upset some get.
This is not like a crack in a sidewalk,
That can be repaired.
To give a fresh and new appearance.
As if no blemish ever had been there.
The moment someone does something to another,
That offends...
A consciousness of this should quickly end this,
To mend.
But the foolishness of ignorance makes known its presence.
Stretching a gap to widen in effectiveness.
Leaving a permanence.
And an absence of a felt concern.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If Love Now Reynyd
If love now reynyd as it hath bene
And war rewardit as it hath sene,
Nobyll men then wold suer enserch
All ways wherby thay myght it rech;
But envy reynyth with such dysdayne,
And causith lovers owtwardly to refrayne,
Which puttes them to more and more
Inwardly most grevous and sore;
The faut in whome I cannot sett;
But let them tell which love doth gett.
To lovers I put now suer this cace -
Which of ther loves doth get them grace?
And unto them which doth it know
Better than do I, I thynk it so.
poem by Henry VIII King of England
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The Emperor of Germany is the king of kings, the King of Spain king of men, the King of France king of asses, the King of England king of devils.
Upon A Snail
She goes but softly, but she goeth sure,
She stumbles not, as stronger creatures do.
Her journey's shorter, so she may endure
Better than they which do much farther go.
She makes no noise, but stilly seizeth on
The flower or herb appointed for her food,
The which she quietly doth feed upon
While others range and glare, but find no good.
And though she doth but very softly go,
However, 'tis not fast nor slow, but sure;
And certainly they that do travel so,
The prize they do aim at they do procure.
Comparison.
Although they seem not much to stir, less go,
For Christ that hunger, or from wrath that flee,
Yet what they seek for quickly they come to,
Though it doth seem the farthest off to be.
One act of faith doth bring them to that flower
They so long for, that they may eat and live,
Which, to attain, is not in others power,
Though for it a king's ransom they would give.
Then let none faint, nor be at all dismayed
That life by Christ do seek, they shall not fail
To have it; let them nothing be afraid;
The herb and flower are eaten by the snail.
poem by John Bunyan
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A Lament
My thoughts hold mortal strife;
I do detest my life,
And with lamenting cries
Peace to my soul to bring
Oft call that prince which here doth monarchize:
But he, grim grinning King,
Who caitiffs scorns, and doth the blest surprise,
Late having decked with beauty's rose his tomb,
Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come.
poem by William Henry Drummond
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If I Were King
I often wish I were a King,
And then I could do anything.
If only I were King of Spain,
I'd take my hat off in the rain.
If only I were King of France,
I wouldn't brush my hair for aunts.
I think, if I were King of Greece,
I'd push things off the mantelpiece.
If I were King of Norroway,
I'd ask an elephant to stay.
If I were King of Babylon,
I'd leave my button gloves undone.
If I were King of Timbuctoo,
I'd think of lovely things to do.
If I were King of anything,
I'd tell the soldiers, "I'm the King!"
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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Though that Men do Call it Dotage
1 Though that men do call it dotage,
2 Who loveth not wanteth courage;
3 And whosoever may love get,
4 From Venus sure he must it fet
5 Or else from her which is her heir,
6 And she to him must seem most fair.
7 With eye and mind doth both agree.
8 There is no boot: there must it be.
9 The eye doth look and represent,
10 But mind afformeth with full consent.
11 Thus am I fixed without grudge:
12 Mine eye with heart doth me so judge.
13 Love maintaineth all noble courage.
14 Who love disdaineth is all of the village:
15 Such lovers--though they take pain--
16 It were pity they should obtain,
17 For often times where they do sue
18 They hinder lovers that would be true.
19 For whoso loveth should love but once.
20 Change whoso will, I will be none.
poem by Henry VIII King of England
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Sonnet XXI
WAs it the worke of nature or of Art?
which tempred so the feature of her face:
that pride and meeknesse mixt by equall part,
doe both appeare t'adorne her beauties grace.
For with mild pleasance, which doth pride displace,
she to her loues doth lookers eyes allure:
& with sterne countenance back again doth chace
their looser lookes that stir vp lustes impure,
With such strange termes her eyes she doth inure,
that with one looke she doth my life dismay:
and with another doth it streight recure,
her smile me drawes, her frowne me driues away.
Thus doth she traine and teach me with her lookes,
such art of eyes I neuer read in bookes.
poem by Edmund Spenser
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The whole world is in revolt. Soon there will be only five Kings left--the King of England, the King of Spades, The King of Clubs, the King of Hearts, and the King of Diamonds.
quote by King Farouk of Egypt
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The whole world is in revolt. Soon there will be only five Kings left--the King of England, the King of Spades, The King of Clubs, the King of Hearts, and the King of Diamonds.
quote by King Farouk of Egypt (1948)
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Corinna
When to her lute Corinna sings,
Her voice revives the leaden strings,
And doth in highest notes appear
As any challenged echo clear.
But when she doth of mourning speak,
Even with her sighs the strings do break.
And as her lute doth live or die;
Led by her passion, so must I.
For when of pleasure she doth sing,
My thoughts enjoy a sudden spring;
But if she doth of sorrow speak,
Even from my heart the strings do break.
poem by Thomas Campion
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When to her Lute Corinna Sings
When to her lute Corinna sings,
Her voice revives the leaden strings,
And doth in highest notes appear,
As any challenged echo clear;
But when she doth of mourning speak,
E'en with her sighs, the strings do break,
And as her lute doth live or die,
Led by her passion, so must I:
For when of pleasure she doth sing,
My thoughts enjoy a sudden spring,
But if she doth of sorrow speak,
E'en from my heart the strings do break
poem by Thomas Campion
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From Tuscan Came My Lady's Worthy Race
From Tuscan came my lady's worthy race;
Fair Florence was sometime her ancient seat.
The western isle whose pleasant shore doth face
Wild Camber's cliffs, did give her lively heat.
Foster'd she was with milk of Irish breast;
Her sire an earl, her dame of princes' blood.
From tender years in Britain she doth rest
With a king's child, where she tastes ghostly food.
Hunsdon did first present her to mine eyen;
Bright is her hue, and Geraldine she hight;
Hampton me taught to wish her first for mine;
And Windsor, alas, doth chase me from her sight.
Beauty her mate, her virtues from above:
Happy is he that may obtain her love.
poem by Henry Howard
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King Of The Kats
Hot leather and sex
All the things that I dress in best
Aint no way you can beat
The way Im flyin fast on my feet
Im the king, Im the king, Im the king of the kats
And Im ready to roll
Im the king, Im the king, Im the king of the kats
And baby thats a fact alright
Quickest gun in the west
There aint no question that Im the best
Drinking till I die
Youre sick and skinny well so am i
Im the king, Im the king, Im the king of the kats
And Im ready to roll
Im the king, Im the king, Im the king of the kats
And baby thats a fact alright
(look out!)
Im the king, Im the king, Im the king of the kats
And Im ready to roll
Im the king, Im the king, Im the king of the kats
And baby thats a fact alright
Ooh, thats alright
song performed by by Alice In Chains
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Popularized To Address And Adorn
They've been conditioned to believe,
What happens to them in their environment...
Is a reflection of society and the general public.
And what has been done to them has been effective.
And...
Indirectly,
They are correct.
Although,
What they expose and show as a collective mindset...
With a lack of comprehension as to who they are,
Consciously speaking...
Skips and misses the point of having an identity.
And this they should know.
But many of them have been taught...
Mediocrity is acceptable.
And to be literate offends their ethnicity.
And only in the 'inner cities'...
Is this believed,
To be a fashion statement!
Where everything else,
Seems to begin to generate taste and flavor...
Before being popularized to address and adorn.
And marketed to benefit the easy life of thieves.
And this they should know.
But many of them have been taught...
Mediocrity is acceptable.
And to be literate offends their ethnicity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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