For although Claudius had been accused of gambling and drunkenness, not only were no worse sins laid to his charge, but he had successfully established some claim to being considered a learned man.
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The Convivial Book - Ye've Often, For Our Drunkenness,
Blamed us in ev'ry way,
And, in abuse of drunkenness,
Enough can never say.
Men, overcome by drunkenness,
Are wont to lie till day;
And yet I find my drunkenness
All night-time make me stray;
For, oh! 'tis Love's sweet drunkenness
That maketh me its prey,
Which night and day, and day and night,
My heart must needs obey,--
A heart that, in its drunkenness,
Pours forth full many a lay,
So that no trifling drunkenness
Can dare assert its sway.
Love, song, and wine's sweet drunkenness,
By night-time and by day,--
How god-like is the drunkenness
That maketh me its prey!
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Lucky Sin
Luck reminds me of sin,
Sins collect from the odour.
A fortune fades, faces do fight,
How do we describe the sins?
The luck is like gambling, a soot
From the chimney of the home.
My sins concern me, like fire and ice,
They flop, flip and fold in a paper-form,
To write books of acts and messages,
That luck writes, that sins are simpler.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Third Degree
(by eddie boyd and willie dixon)
Got me accused of peeping, I cant see a thing.
Got me accused of petting, I cant even raise my hand.
Bad luck, bad luck is killing me.
Well I just cant stand no more of this third degree.
Got me accused of murder, I aint harmed a man.
Got me accused of forgery, I cant even write my name.
Chorus
Got me accused of taxes, I aint got a dime.
Got me accused of children, and aint nary one of them was mine.
Chorus
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Keep Gambling
Keep gambling
As questions
Instinctive living
Memories go blunt
Dark slums
Keep gambling
Survival game
Gets beyond guts
On the street
Dead mother floating
Religious riot
Keep gambling
A small hope of love
Running hiding
Betrayals of friends
Masters and jealousies
Keep gambling
Satire and irony
Hardest reality
Brute law
Third world slum
In urbanity
Away the fantasy
Platoon of dancers
Keep gambling
To find answers
Follow the signs
From the past
As life unravels
Keep gambling
In faith
Nothing as adverse
Nothing so unusual
Broken sword
Of fate
Never let it a chance
To kill
Keep gambling
For life itself
From life itself
11/3/2009
(After watching the movie “Slumdog Millionaire”)
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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Successfully Overqualified
Now that I find myself successfully overqualified...
There has been a boost to my morale and self confidence.
I remember the days,
When I had not been qualified at all.
After passing tests and being scrutinized,
By everyone from the mailroom to the cleaning people...
During 'welcome and greet' visits with prospective employers.
And after the fifth 'final' interview...
My fate was in the hands of someone,
Who feared my abilities would unmask their incompetence.
Today and years later...
I don't have those concerns.
I've learned to do my own 'thing'.
Producing a wealth of insight.
No money.
However...
My insight is priceless.
But...
Always am I available,
For appropriate monetary negotiation.
I can be foolish not stupid!
Now that I find myself successfully overqualified...
There has been a boost to my morale and self confidence.
And at the rate today's standards are sliding...
My worth has increased in value.
I've been waiting to be asked,
What I would charge for my consultant fees.
And as you can see...
I am torn between delusion,
With a slight hint of being full of myself.
Both of which I currently enjoy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Established
Fixed.
Like a cornerstone.
Or a sidewalk one has known,
And made from cement.
In one's mind.
The placement has been established.
Pointless would be the argument.
Whether or not what one witnesses,
Does in fact exist.
Fixed to become established it is.
An invention of a gadget one has to have!
Fixed!
To remember it and not to forget.
A melody.
An impression made,
By something done that never leaves.
A relationship that begins.
With an acknowledgement felt,
When a union begins to not end.
Like lessons learned in our minds,
That somehow stick.
Fixed to become established,
An event that happens...is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I will be in comfort and others in peace
Down under and deep inside me
There sits a judge with a hammer
Beside a big old wooden table
With a eye-folded statue and a
Tossing balance
No one around,
No attendant or clerk in front
Only the accused
In the stand meant
No witness, nor arguments
No lawyer for or against the accused
No mention of sections or provisions
Of any law or regulation
And the judge is ever ready for judging
And comes out to declare that
This is good and that is bad
Which law school he is from
In which law he is a specialist
I know not a thing,
But he is always judging
And makes me act on his judgments
Normally we address
“The learned judge”
I know how “learned”
The person judging
Sitting down under deep inside me
Most of his judgments and
Subsequent acts of mine
Made me regret
And put others in discomfort
I have a request to
My inside judge
“Oh, Noble but lowly learned judge
How nice will it be
If you stop judging'
I will be in comfort and
Others in peace
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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No Mortal Death
No one can claim clean life
At any given time it might have been torn by strife
Some sins might have been committed to come out
This is life story and all about
We put on the white cloth to claim sainthood
That can’t be considered as service to brotherhood
If you were not true and loyal to your neighborhood
How can you claim it sacred where you have now stood?
In your prayer, it makes you restless
The worry lines are seen on the face
You can cheat your conscience at once
But not to people who know it by grace
Your past is not leaving you with any peace
You are breathless and not completely at ease
Sometimes you may succeed to fool some people around
But your prominence and sacredness is not found
We come across many God men
They are desperately trying even
To show the closeness to almighty
But we can only show on them little pity
Mortal sins can’t be washed away
Every human being is suffering from evil way
It may not allow you to choose
Right and wrong and finally loose
What comes along is ordinary behavior
God is always near you as savior
Leave to Him for judgment of your action
Never bother what people think about you as reaction
We have tolerated enough of God men and suffered
So far no tolerance, peace or stability is offered
The humanity has bore severe brunt of all excesses
Even though it was made known to them about holy access
We have fallen victims of our own folly
The blame should be owned wholly
He never guided you to fall for blind faith
Has any one so far said about no mortal death?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Justice is what is established; and thus all our established laws will necessarily be regarded as just without examination, since they are established.
quote by Blaise Pascal
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Drunkenness
The sin of drunkenness and the sins done in the dark!
Satan the adversary is always influencing the people;
But the laws are beside you,
So be very wise to overcome the negative powers of this world.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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But I used to have a bit of a gambling problem. And that would have been the answer to my prayers. It got worse when I started playing this character, too.
quote by Fisher Stevens
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Mommy And Daddy
by Micky Dolenz
M=Micky, C=Coco Dolenz, CR=Control Room (Chip Douglas)
M: ...or we could do...
C: Ha-ha, Micky, just do what they want...
CR: Do, uh, do both of these again...
Well, I'm an angry man, I sing an angry song,
Tell you, honey, it won't be long,
Well, I'll pack my bags, get out of here
With my guitar and a case of beer.
Well I'm going north and I'm going south,
Tell you, honey, better shut your mouth,
Well, I'll kick your head from here to hell,
You better know I can do it well.
Midnight train, rambling, rambling,
All night long I'm gambling, gambling,
Losing all my money, well, it really ain't so funny, hon,
Midnight train, rambling, rambling,
All night long I'm gambling, gambling,
Tell you what baby, well you better be moving on.
Well I really don't know I'm going for sure,
Ain't got a map and it ain't no tour,
I'm just heading out for the open sky,
Who knows, I might even die.
Well, don't you worry your pretty little head,
I never give a damn what I did or said,
That's why I'm packing to leave this place,
Can't stand to look at your cheating face.
Midnight train, rambling, rambling,
All night long I'm gambling, gambling,
Losing all my money, well, it really ain't so funny, hon,
Midnight train, rambling, rambling,
All night long I'm gambling, gambling,
Tell you what baby, well you better be moving on.
Well you treated me like a little boy
And you played around like I was a toy,
Guess you thought I'd have the blues,
Look whose crying, guess you lose.
Midnight train, rambling, rambling,
All night long I'm gambling, gambling,
Losing all my money, well, it really ain't so funny, hon,
Midnight train, r
song performed by by Monkees
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Rock The Shack
Ive been accused of everything
From tombuctu to old berlin
I need some armor for my flesh
I need to stop and take a rest
Ive been wide-eyed but couldnt see
I stand accused of being me
I believe in politics
I believe in everything
I believe this world of ours is giving me adrenaline
When I hear a baby cry
When I see an old man die
Thats just the way it is
Rock the shack, rock the shack, rock the shack, rock the shack
Rock the shack, rock the shack, rock the shack, rock the shack
Yeah thats the way it is
I took each day the way it came
I put my future out of frame
The signs were there for all to see
Like blue eyed mind to you and me
My head laid on my beating breast
I swear to you I pass the test
I walked one hundred thousand miles
And youre the judge whos been my trial
? ? ? my trial
I believe in politics
I believe in everything
I believe this world of ours is just a den of vice and sins
And even on the darkest night
We could reach for the light
And we could get it right
Get it right, get it right, get it right, get it right
Get it right, get it right, get it right, get it right
I believe in politics
I believe in everything
I believe this world of ours is giving me adrenaline
Ten thousand year ago
Crawling on the floor
Well get up jack
Its time to rock the shack
Rock the shack, rock the shack, rock the shack, rock the shack
Rock the shack, rock the shack, rock the shack, rock the shack
Its time to get up
song performed by by New Order
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So far, So good
Although I’m far from innocent
I have done things I now repent.
In self defence I must protest
I am no worse than all the rest
Whose sins have yet to come to light.
They still profess their innocence
Their sins well hidden out of sight
and yet feel free to take offence.
At peccadilloes I confess.
Which seems to me hypocrisy
as if somehow their sins are less
than those I confess openly.
Because they’re sure nobody knows.
Its human nature I suppose.
09/07/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Seeress
I cast the runes: Then carefully
consider what they signify
The different patterns I can see.
I can’t be sure but I can try.
Interpretation is a skill
which operates subconsciously.
Sometimes it’s guided by my will
but not always successfully.
I try to forecast honestly
but do not claim that I am right.
Some things I see will come to be
and some will not but others might.
I cast the runes and concentrate.
Throw wide the portals of my mind.
Receptive in my trancelike state.
I set my spirit free to find.
The answers which I seek to know
which are concealed from mortal eyes.
Interpretations come and go.
I can’t be sure which one is best.
So I select the probable
which seems to fit the question best.
But I am not infallible
I’m only human like the rest.
I do not charge you any fee.
To use the talents I possess
and always warn you clearly
At best my answer is a guess.
2-Sep-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Life Is a Gambling
Up, up and up;
Down, down and down;
Up, down and up;
Down, up and down.
One of them is the fate
Of the one in gambling.
Life is a gambling.
(17.06.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In sports, you simply aren't considered a real champion until you have defended your title successfully. Winning it once can be a fluke; winning it twice proves you are the best.
quote by Althea Gibson
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No Sin, No Stone
A pin was dropped
The sound was heard
A hundred seconds ago
A charge was laid
And the stage was set
A woman in the very act
With a man she made no marriage pact
A gathering of mortals
Ears tuned to the great immortal
The concentration broken
As accused, accusers, and stones emerged
'The law is this, and broke she did'
He snubs and stoops
Each grain of sand whispers in one accord
'Our maker touches us'
He seemingly writes nothing on them
'The law is this, and broke she did'
They echoed in pissed symphony
'What says 'god'? '
With ache in throat and pain in heart
Eyes are raised from sand level to soul level
In one gaze piercing the conscience of all present
A phrase is uttered
'He that is without sin, please cast the first stone'
The sands danced again as his fingers played with them
A pin was dropped
And the sound heard
All but one who openly had sin
Stood in shock or awe or tears
As all who had no sin, suddenly now had sin
And faded into the thin evening air
Leaving her alone with him, who had no sin
Had no sin and yet not one stone
As tears washed her heart
He writes forgiveness for her
As his Father had written in the beginning
He wrote as the pin hit the ground
I love you deeply and forgive your sins
...and he with no sin, cast no stone.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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English Lit as it is taught For Sidi Mahtrow
English lit as it is taught.
My daughter was quite fond of Chaucer.
It was her choice I didn’t force her.
She treated Shakespeare with disdain.
Considered him to be pain.
Although her teachers would insist
he was the greatest tragedist.
That England ever had produced.
She refused to be seduced.
By the established point of view.
Though she was forced to listen to
Them singing praise of the bard.
They failed despite their trying hard.
She still considered Will a fraud
a failed exam was her reward.
Monday,08 November 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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I learned a lot about handling fans from established stars.
quote by Chevy Chase
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