Anything that prevents you from being friendly, a good neighbour, is a terror tactic.
quote by Richard Stallman
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Neighbour
Neighbour
is good
Friend...
Neighbour is
good relation...
Neighbour is
Your brother...
Neighbour is
Your sister...
Neighbour is
Your mother...
Neighbour is
father and gran father...
All are thear...
Neighbour is
Not neighbour...also
your family...
Love it...
Help it...
Enjoy it...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Undone To Undo
Undone to undo...
Those passionate insights.
Individuality disconnected,
To a symbolic way of life.
Undone to undo...
Questions and curiousity.
Freedom to disconnect...
From a torn and decadent society.
Undone to undo...
Truth and honesty.
A rise in higher consciousness,
That allows eyes wide open that see.
Undone to undo...
Facts and nonfiction.
To restrict convictions.
Undone to undo...
Influence that speaks,
To those poor and meek...
Reaching to strengthen,
Identities that seek...
A reality that teaches,
Shackles are for the sheep...
Heading for mutilation.
And a mindless humanity!
Undone to undo...
You and I.
And all good deeds pursued,
We attempt to do.
Undone to undo...
But intervention,
Prevents it.
Intervention prevents it.
Intervention prevents it.
An intervention,
Prevents it.
And dimensions,
Diminish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Does The Lotus Shrink Away For Everyone?
(after A.G. Visser)
Early every evening after I see my neighbour driving away
an expensive car stops on the sidewalk,
there’s an old legend that returns to me
when the sultan Mirza Khan goes on a pilgrimage
with many knights
on his way to Ispahan with his caravan
and he’s just left when the neighbour’s wife rushes past
without loosing a moment.
Early every evening after I see my neighbour driving away
where in the darkness of night he leaves
to be involved with his commitments
with many knights,
while the winter wind cuts through me,
the gaze of the neighbour’s wife chills the leaving car,
there’s an old legend that returns to me
where in the palace Fatima made herself lovely
and the sultan had just left
to be involved with his commitments,
the neighbour’s wife hurries and do not want to avoid her lover
and I read insubordination, pleasure and rebellion on her face,
early every evening after I see my neighbour driving away.
When a horseman appears as the emir of the Badewyn
Fatima is naked, young and slender
and the sultan had just left
and the neighbour is really dedicated
exemplary, friendly and he wears glasses,
there’s an old legend that returns to me
where they meet each other and make love for hours
when the purple iris blooms in the cup of the holy lotus
and Fatima is naked, young and slender
and the neighbour is with other knights when his wife is wooed
while she is begging for other attention.
Early every evening after I see my neighbour driving away,
there’s an old legend that returns to me:
Does the lotus shrink away for everyone, does it wither
when the sultan Mirza Khan goes on a pilgrimage
when the purple iris blooms in the cup of the holy lotus
on his way to Ispahan with his caravan?
[Reference: “Divan” by A.G. Visser.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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I Am Graced
I am graced and I greet you with open arms,
Hands are stretched out to keep your heart.
My heart has good wishes for you,
I want to complain, I need some time to explain.
The neighbour is to be loved,
That neighbour is you and my heart.
I want to marry the dream of my choice,
That next-door person is you, my choice.
I read the complaint I make, and I have warmth,
For warm feelings deliver a peace.
You are to be loved like the one next-door,
The neighbour of decisions, no lies.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Another cliché, er, bites the dust
Every few months, a shot rings out
in the desert of the public mind;
another cliché (reading its local newssheet,
chewed cigar in mouth, string tie,
six-gun handy, sheriff’s badge
worn shamelessly..) .. thup..
bites the studio dust…
Last year ‘bout this time,
we buried WMD.. or
‘wepmastruc’ in Bushspeak…
seems it had lived quite long enough,
demented in the Sunset Home…
This week, we’re invited to the wake
after the private burial of
War On Terror; RIP (for some) :
Seems it’s made life too heroic
for this captive audience:
a pre-Christian world,
neatly divided into forces of evil,
forces of good: you’n-me’n-Johnny Wayne’n-
the Mayor of Carmel ’gainst
the bad guys.. but…
some guy up in the projection room
lost the last reel… now we’ll never know
about that happy ending (fade in music) ..
seems the old guy saw life just too black and white
(I’m talking metaphorically, OK?)
and life just ain’t that simple any more… pardner..
the old West is dead…so ride off into the sunset,
ole ‘War on Terror’…as the credits roll -
the bad guy now lives down the street from you;
a quiet family, always greet you as they pass..
but don’t worry, ours is a lively language
here in Spinville; we’ll think of something else,
like, say, ‘Neighbour Threat’…
just fill in this form, would you,
and don’t forget the
‘Confidential Neighbour Information’ page?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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I believe the war on terror is the vital discussion of this decade and of our generation, probably. To win the war on terror, you need a good offense and a good defense. On defense, I regret to say, basically, this administration has not come close to doing what is necessary.
quote by Charles Schumer
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Because I have a girlfriend, I try and take the straight and narrow path, which is good because it prevents VD.
America When Will You Come Of Age?
America when
will you come of age
realize as God said
“As you judge
as you do unto others
so will you be
judged so will it
be done unto you”?
A little faith compassion humanity
goes an awfully long way
wins honest hearts minds sincerity.
Why make such resolute enemies
with inhuman terror tactics?
“when love thy neighbour as thyself”
“do unto others as you would have them do unto you”
Wins international domestic good will
wins hearts minds of good people globally.
Why make war on an entire religion
thinly disguised as crusade war on terror?
Have we not had enough crusades?
Once America stood as a nation of justice
honoured The Geneva Conventions!
Honoured International Law! But alas
political dementia seems to have set in
alarm bells are going off world wide
global deterioration scale sees reasoning
judgement personality proudly espousing
“we can attack anyone anywhere without
real provocation we can propaganda cause!
we need no justification international support
we can attack anywhere any when yes we can”
hubris is a serious disease staining white house
Once the Ten Commandment were displayed
in schools public buildings honoured in high
office now America walks with a different God.
Requested reposting.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Umina Bowling Club
There’s nothing that’s finer when you are in Umina
Than bowling right up to the friendly bowling club
There’s nothing that’s finer when you are in Umina
Than dropping in for just a drink or some good grub.
Behind the bar you’ll find our Suzy, Linda and Michelle
When you come in you’ll get a welcome and a smile as well
And if the mood should ever take you to the pokie room
There’s all the games that might just make your fortune very soon.
There’s nothing that’s finer when you are in Umina
Than bowling right up to the friendly bowling club
There’s nothing that’s finer when you are in Umina
Than dropping in for just a drink or some good grub
On Thursday nights the club is packed when bingo starts at four
And Friday concerts – there’s no extra charges at the door
Our raffles too, they need an extra special mention
Its your happiness that’s our intention.
There’s nothing that’s finer when you are in Umina
Than bowling right up to the friendly bowling club
There’s nothing that’s finer when you are in Umina
Than dropping in for just a drink or some good grub.
Now, when leaving, should you think you’re over the limit
We’ve got a bus that takes you home – no paying for a ticket
So if you’re young or if you’re old or somewhere in between
Just come along, join up with us and find out what we mean.
There’s nothing that’s finer when you are in Umina
Than bowling right up to the friendly bowling club
There’s nothing that’s finer when you are in Umina
Than dropping in for just a drink or some good grub.
poem by David Keig
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Different Names
My names differ in the way they are told,
Goals for eternity are these names for some;
What power prevents me from being aware
Of faint thoughts about naming and telling?
My soul prevents other souls from growing,
Stuck into stability, the heart I wear grows;
For he now makes me a slave of thinking,
My feasting is different from his, the man with growth.
I have solutions for the problems of slavery,
Yet I need freedom to become an experience.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Disgust with dirt can be so great that it prevents us from cleaning ourselves - from "justifying" ourselves.
Friedrich Nietzsche in Beyond Good and Evil
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That past is still within our living memory, a time when neighbour helped neighbour, sharing what little they had out of necessity, as well as decency.
quote by Mary McAleese
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Stress Builds Up
my heart closed up at the truth
i heard the news but lack of belief
kept a smile on my face as i broke
down on the inside, i feel every
tear and slash as if i was being
attacked yet no emotion showed on
my face no sign of remorse nothing
i lack control of a dangerous beast
and some where i believe i will
lose all i care about because of it
but why cant you see its not really my fault
i try and try but the past prevents it
prevents me from opening up and
being human
poem by Robert Roberts
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Current Expectations
That sharing with a tactic used,
Gets to becomed overdone.
And somewhat diffused,
By the actions of some.
When those who are approached...
Have in the past given up their last.
Are today told and shown by the ones,
Seeking to be impressed when addressed...
That what someone has to give and offer them,
Does not meet with the needs of current expectations.
'I'm sorry.
What are your updated expectations? '
~We now seek those with approved appearances,
Before we consider what it is to us they give.~
That sharing with a tactic used,
Gets to becomed overdone.
And somewhat diffused by the actions of some,
Blinded by image and quick to refuse...
One's abilities and expertise.
~We now seek those with approved appearances,
Before we consider what it is to us that is freely given.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Noise
The noise that disturbs your neighbour is like,
A swimmer without a life-jacket!
But, i will live to lead you on peacefully;
However, this noise around you is like a hammer hitting the head of the nail.
The noise that disturbs your neighbour is like,
Creating the silent war within your neighbourhood!
And like the heart of a summer around many others;
For, i know when it matters most.
Try to learn and try to live with one another,
Try to do your best without disturbing your neighbour!
For, this noise will surely not bring you peace among them.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Fool: Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage, and, for turning away, let summer bear it out.
line from Twelfth Night, Act I, Scene 5 by William Shakespeare (1601)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Buy your neighbour's ox, and woo your neighbour's daughter.