Neither do I think that I ever put any dishonour upon you.
quote by Anne Hutchinson
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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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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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Where there is no honour there is no dishonour.
Since Cleopatra died, I have liv'd in such dishonour that the gods Detest my baseness.
quote by William Shakespeare
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His honour rooted in dishonour stood,
And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
quote by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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I Object, Your Dishonour
When those who pledge and swear
To hold the scales of Justice fair
Of themselves Corruption wear
Address him 'Your Dishonour, Sir'
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Indeed, I was so afraid to dishonour my friends and family by my indiscreet actions, that I rather chose to be accounted a fool, than to be thought rude or wanton.
quote by Margaret Cavendish
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Honour a good man that he may honour you, and a bad man that he may not dishonour you.
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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The Second Epigram
On BILLINDA.
Wanton Bellinda loudly does complain,
I've chang'd my Love of late into disdain:
Calls me unconstant, cause I now adore
The chast Marcella, that lov'd her before.
Sin or Dishonour, me as well may blame,
That I repent, or do avoid a shame.
poem by Anne Killigrew
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Be Not Sad
Be not sad because all men
Prefer a lying clamour before you:
Sweetheart, be at peace again -- -
Can they dishonour you?
They are sadder than all tears;
Their lives ascend as a continual sigh.
Proudly answer to their tears:
As they deny, deny.
poem by James Joyce
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A Lonely Wilderness
Enriched,
Derision,
Bubble,
Reproach,
Scorn,
Ridicule;
Of a lonely wilderness without hope,
But the hidden things of your love are now exposed.
Object,
Cutting,
Remarks,
Shaking,
Dishonour,
Covered;
Redeem me with your sweet love when i call,
For there is something within you!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In Fury
Empty hope!
In fury,
Of the wicked;
Like false dreams! !
To err,
Enticing to sin;
Fury, bury!
With worthless gods and goddesses.
Seed, feed!
Completely;
Emptied!
Like a transgressor;
Treacherously!
Dishonour,
Entice,
Cost, lost! !
Jollying,
Brandishes;
Cracking!
But, galloping like horses.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Fighter Left
The fighter paused, grimaced and left,
After the creation, after the rights.
His fight found a reality behind the scenes,
The real survival is an object of material nature,
It is picked up, paid to a man when in collision.
There is death and dishonour, full teaching of rights,
When fighting became a dishonesty,
A dignity of strength, like the infinite guess
Overtaken and overridden.
The man who fought was a survivor,
Like the wisdom so inspired.
poem by Naveed Akram
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As A Poet
As a poet I like to clear my head
of what I think must be said,
such as a humorous thought
that should be caught,
or a moment remembered good or bad
whether it's happy, hurtful, or sad.
A great injustice that can't be ignored,
or the fight for a worthy cause.
A tear of heartbreak or happiness,
or a love that's filled with tenderness.
A love lost and one that's gained,
one man's dishonour and another's fame.
Something new, a breath of fresh air,
originality of which we all can share.
Seeing, hearing, tasting and touch,
and that second sense we cherish so much.
Beauty to behold in every sense of the word,
to laugh and smile, and to be absurd.
poem by Tex T Sarnie
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Where is Bliss
May be your children live far away from you
And you live in a folorn cloister
May be you are leading a life amidst poverty and dishonour
May be you are old and sick
If you know that your children are honest and sincere
If you know that their lives are an offering to humanity and Nature
You are in perfect bliss
Even if you are harassed and insulted
If you have to live in ignominy
In the deserts of Sahara or the cold of Bharkhayanask
Wherever you go whatever befalls you
A peace presides over your being
Yourself a saint as it were
If you know that your son
Wherever he might live
Is as wise as Plato as truthful as Socrates
As selfsacrificing as Albert Schwitzer
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Anarchy
I saw a city filled with lust and shame,
Where men, like wolves, slunk through the grim half-light;
And sudden, in the midst of it, there came
One who spoke boldly for the cause of Right.
And speaking, fell before that brutish race
Like some poor wren that shrieking eagles tear,
While brute Dishonour, with her bloodless face
Stood by and smote his lips that moved in prayer.
"Speak not of God! In centuries that word
Hath not been uttered! Our own king are we."
And God stretched forth his finger as He heard
And o'er it cast a thousand leagues of sea.
poem by John McCrae
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My Life Is Fast
Life has death due to sickness,
Ephemeral life contains death at the end
Of sickness.
Dulcet living spreads with a dalliance,
Forcing me and others to die.
I mean eloquence rules, and life rules death,
Always forgetting bubbles of dishonour.
A comely idea springs to the foreground
With stately appearance, not like lagoons
But like topaz, or diamonds, or rubies all-red.
An ineffable pride, slung on your back,
Creeps up more, and more, and more.
Life has turned into death as fast as the soul.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Night of the long knives
People now believe that if
somebody like Eugene Terreblance
could be killed so cruelly
it awaits every white person
and that black folks are itching
to rob, to chop to pieces
and to dishonour whites
and to rape women
and that the government propagates it.
It is thought that farms and houses
will be stolen with force
in the same way as in Zimbabwe
and many people now want to leave
and go to other countries
to escape poverty
and avoid being forced
into a squatters’ settlements.
l’Envoi
Friends and loved ones of mine
want to escape the night of the long knives
that they get out of the writings
of visionary Van Rensburg
but still the One that could save at Blood river
walks on my side.
poem by Gert Strydom
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