I have never smuggled anything in my life. Why, then, do I feel an uneasy sense of guilt on approaching a customs barrier?
quote by John Steinbeck
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Smugglers Pie
The body of smuggler Robert Long
Hung by the road in chains,
His flesh was mouldering from his bones
Washed clean by the Cornish rains,
The crows had taken his sorry eyes,
His wife, the gold from his teeth,
But some kind soul from near Mousehole
Had left at his feet, a wreath!
The Excise men ranged over the cliffs,
The Revenue men below,
And Customs Officers manned the cutters
That intercepted the flow,
They boarded the bold East Indiamen
Who sold their goods tax free,
And many a thief has come to grief
When the waves tipped them into the sea!
The goods that lay in the Cornish coves
Tobacco, brandy and rum,
Were smuggled up onto Bodmin Moor
And sold for a tidy sum,
The coast was riddled with tunnels, caves,
And one led into a church,
The spirits that lay in the belfry there
Were hidden away from the search!
Battling Bill at the Halfway House
Long lightened the nation's purse,
He'd run his brandy up to the Inn
Using a horse-drawn hearse,
Surprised one day by the Revenue
They shot poor Bill through the neck,
But dead, his hand whipped the horses' still
And the hearse ran away from the wreck.
The hearse, it rattled Polperro streets,
Rolled over the cobblestones,
With Bill stuck firm to the riding seat
Not ready to make old bones,
He drove the length of the shopping street
And straight down onto the quay,
Then toppled into the harbour there,
But his ghost came back from the sea!
They smuggled silk, they smuggled wine,
They smuggled bags of tea,
Whatever the King put taxes on
The Cornish smuggled for free,
A convict ship to Australia
Was the worst that most of them got,
Apart from the likes of Robert Long
As he hung in his chains, to rot!
17 July 2012
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Hollywood people are filled with guilt: white guilt, liberal guilt, money guilt. They feel bad that they're so rich, they feel they don't work that much for all that money - and they don't, for the amount of money they make.
quote by Drew Carey
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Learning How To Love
Creeping through your bedroom door
Just after all the lights go out
Feeling the warmth of your body
And the sweetness of your mouth
Set the alarm again for 5 am
Uneasy sleep will soon be following
Creeping back to my own bed again
I will see you in our uneasy morning
Chorus
Learning how to love
Learning how to love
Learning how to love
Learn how to love
Sitting down at breakfast time
A silence always fills the air
Many things that should be said
Are ending in a vacant stare
And they know just what is going on
But make us feel like we are criminals
Our only wish is learning how to love
Just a small word would make us feel its natural
Set the alarm again for 5 am
Uneasy sleep will soon be following
Creeping back to my own bed again
I will see you in our uneasy morning
song performed by by Howard Jones
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True guilt is guilt at the obligation one owes to oneself to be oneself. False guilt is guilt felt at not being what other people feel one ought to be or assume that one is.
quote by R.D. Laing
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Tema
Awful folly,
I was smuggled through the red sea!
On the night of the great deliverance,
But many have eyes and they can still not see.
Frantically speaking,
My name is Tema;
But the colour of my love speaks by itself.
Love is like the movement of the sun and the moon,
But the sparrows are twittering and the doves are cooing;
For i was smuggled through the Red Sea to meet your love,
And like the wind of your muse that led me on.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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An Uneasy Psyche
My mind is like an uneasy psyche and,
Uneasy is the head that wears the crown;
But my faith will lead me on always to achieve my goals.
Repercussions and reconciliations,
Stifled through my memories lies the crown;
But, who can remember the face of the past with habitual ennui?
Troubles get you down when there are no solutions,
For anger makes the weakest man a devastating puncher!
And, there is a price for everything in this life.
An uneasy psyche,
The strength of my hope in life to move on with my muse;
But nature called in and i have to obey the command!
And like the repercussions and the reconciliations in life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Let Me Have It All
You have turned into a prayer
I can feel Im almost there
Closer closer to the top
Looking down is quite a drop
Let me have it all
Let me have it all
You set up a barrier
Dont you know Id marry ya
Cant explain how you make me feel
Looking down is mighty real
Make me feel like a king
Everything is everything
Let me have it all
Let me have it all
You set up a barrier
Dont you know Id marry ya
Just to be near you is to be
Just so you can give it to me
Let me have it all
Let me have it all
song performed by by Simply Red
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The Uneasy Psyche
Of the uneasy psyche,
I have longed to see my wife;
But love and disappointment had sent me into the bush.
Of the uneasy psyche,
This is the exploration of the infinite repercussions;
Like our actions against the finite possibilities!
Of the uneasy psyche,
I called and she was not at home;
Of the uneasy psyche,
I looked and i could not find her;
So i took up my pen into writing,
Like a fisherman with his net.
Of a written message with sensitivity and insight,
But do i have to stifle into memories? !
What uneasy psyche when,
I cannot find my wife;
Oh no! ! Who has seen her?
Please, don't let the habitual ennui shatter our love;
When you can easily put away the past.
Of our actions against the finite possibilities,
Of our hopes and dreams;
Like a fisherman's hope when he draws his net.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Anonymous Altruist
A mysterious cove in the Customs
The boss, so to speak, of the Ban
I have blamed a good deal;
But I wronged him, I feel,
Since I've come to imagine the man.
When he censored some book that I wanted
I sneered at him once, I'll allow;
But, since I've given heed
To the life he must lead,
He has all my sympathy now.
This mysterious cove at the Customs
Is clearly a martyr; that's sure.
On his shoulders he takes
Loads of sin for our sakes,
And he suffers to keep us all pure.
For he reads all the hot stuff imported
And never once threatens to strike,
Tho' he loathes it, no doubt.
Ah, my pity goes out
To him. Think what his mind must be like!
This anonymous cove at the Customs,
This storehouse for horrible stuff,
Is as venal, I'll bet,
As the rest of us, yet,
Does he whine that his job is too tough?
No. He keeps his identity secret,
His knowledge safe under his hat;
And he lurks all alone,
Unsuspected, unknown,
Such as the hangmen and heroes like that.
This incredible cove at the Customs,
His duties are drastic and grim;
For, if human he be,
What is poison to me
Must be equally poison to him.
Yet, undaunted he seizes and scoffs it,
And perhaps throws a fit on the floor,
Doped with all the impure
Of the world's literature.
But he manfully comes up for more.
This untouchable cove at the Customs,
He sneaks to his work in the dawn
And, in some secret lair
Reads the spicy bits there,
With his soul, as it were, all in pawn.
Pity, then, this official absorber
Of rank Rabelaisian lore
Who wallows in sin
To protect us, his kin.
Could an altruist ever do more?
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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The Consultation
‘How are you feeling in general? ’ he asked.
‘Pretty good most of the time then I get these occasional black periods when nothing makes sense and I fear the worst’ I replied.
‘Hmm, any suicidal thoughts? ’ he asked thoughtfully as if embarrassed to ask the question.
I thought for a moment.
‘Well, not really. No, not really’ was all I could say.
He made some notes at this point.
‘And those times of feeling good’ he asked ‘what are they like? ’
‘Like the sun is shining and I feel on top of the world’.
‘But there’s no real reason for that? ’ he asked ‘you just feel good and that’s it? ’
‘Yeah’ I replied.
‘What about your libido? ’ he asked as if enquiring what brand of beer I liked.
‘Funnily that’s pretty good’ I said smiling.
He frowned.
‘Is there any guilt that you feel? ’ he probed.
‘Do you feel guilty when you feel good or see others around you far less well off than you are? ’
‘I guess I do. I feel bad that I can’t feel that good all the time and also sad for those worse than me’.
‘But not real guilt? ’
‘No. Not really’.
‘So you feel bad at times but not guilty? ’
‘Guess not’
‘Do you ever feel bad about not feeling guilty? ’
He knew I was lost at this point and changed tack.
‘When did you last masturbate? ’ he threw in.
‘Can’t remember’ I said startled.
He made some notes.
‘So, you feel guilty about masturbation? ’ he continued.
‘No, not at all’.
‘But you don’t remember when you last did it? ’ he said with a manner of distaste and disbelief.
‘Not really’.
At this point I did not know where all this was going.
‘Do you go to church? ’ he asked.
‘No’
‘Why not? ’
‘Can’t see the point’
‘So why are you here? ’
At this point the confessional ended.
I had been diagnosed as not having enough guilt or grief or angst to be normal and no further help or counselling could be offered.
But, at long last, I felt truly guilty.
So, perhaps, I will find redemption one day.
poem by David Keig
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Feelings Of Guilt
Gee!
Please tell me this...
Am I the only one to awaken,
From a peaceful undisturbed sleep...
To feel immediately the presence of guilt?
I do.
Sometimes I do.
I awaken each day...
To first exercise and meditate.
I do my yoga routine.
And then with a gratefulness I pray.
To affirm my blessings.
And then a total and complete happiness,
Comes over me.
I want to scream with joy.
So loud it makes me feel gulty.
For years I've expressed,
My happiness with my neighbors.
A few, I know, are convinced...
I smoke crack.
Because I enjoy burning incense.
And most of my neighbors know that.
Sometimes I don't have a dime in my pocket.
And those close to me know this.
I can walk for miles...
With nothing but a smile on my face.
And I just might approach a stranger...
To ask why a frown that makes them look down,
To 'me' appears out of place.
I wont repeat some things they say.
'Uh...
No thanks!
I couldn't do that to myself,
If I wanted.
But...
You have a good day.'
Gee!
Please tell me this...
Am I the only one to awaken,
From a peaceful undisturbed sleep...
To feel immediately the presence of guilt?
I do.
Sometimes I do.
However...
I keep my routine the way it is.
I am the product of my experiences.
And naïve I am not.
Nor thoroughly innocent.
But feelings of GUILT?
Because I am happy?
Absolutely makes no sense!
Does it?
Does it to you?
What's the matter?
Why are you looking at me like that?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Comin Into Los Angeles
Coming in from london from over the pole
Flying in a big airliner
Chicken flying everywhere around the plane
Could we ever feel much finer
Coming into los angeles
Bringing in a couple of keys
Dont touch my bags if you please
Mister customs man, man
Theres a guy with a ticket to mexico
Could he ever look much stranger
Walking in the hall with his things and all
Smiling, said he was the lone ranger
Coming into los angeles,
Bringing in a couple of keys
Dont touch my bags if you please
Mister customs man, man
Hip woman walking on a moving floor
Tripping on the escalator
Theres a man in the line, and shes blowing his mind
Thinking that hes already made her
Coming into los angeles,
Bringing in a couple of keys
Dont touch my bags if you please
Mister customs man, man
Coming into los angeles,
Bringing in a couple of keys
Dont touch my bags if you please
Mister customs man, man
Coming into los angeles,
Bringing in a couple of keys
Dont touch my bags if you please
Mister customs man, man
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Shimshon
To have thirty sons and thirty daughters from your many wives,
Like the customs of a bride;
To have forty sons and thirty grandsons in your life,
Like the customs of a bridegroom;
But, out of love came something so sweet.
Yo are barren but now you will conceive and bear a son,
Like the dreadlocks of Shimshon!
But my best friend had taken my wife away.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Two Way Guilt
A lone and empty shell.
We both turned it to this ghostly hell.
You drove at me I drove it back.
Two way guilt in this attack.
Don't shirk what you know is plain and true.
Half the responsibility lays on you.
Yet still you push and try to kill,
the love we shared the electric feel.
Two way guilt it's over and done.
I take my blame I am ashamed.
I love you still though I 'll hide it through.
Showing others far more love than I was ever able to show you.
If only you'd listened right from me,
this two way guilt would not be.
So go have your thing and live in misery.
I know you are because you've said to me.
I hope one day soon you'll see it too.
Two way guilt did us through.
poem by Michael McParland
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Conscience is silenced
Butchers have no guilt that they have slaughtered.
Choppers have no guilt that they have chopped
Fishermen have no guilt for their catch.
Soldiers have no guilt for their killings
Killing as profession will silence one’s conscience.
18.11.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To have guilt you've got to earn guilt, but sometimes when you earn it, you don't feel the guilt you ought to have. And that's what The Firebombing is about.
quote by James Dickey
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The world is given to me only once, not one existing and one perceived. Subject and object are only one. The barrier between them cannot be said to have broken down as a result of recent experience in the physical sciences, for this barrier does not exist.
quote by Erwin Schrodinger
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More Than A Mystery
Written and arranged by richard marx
Mesmerized since the day I saw you
Maybe somewhere Ive misplaced my pride
In trying to prove Im on your side
Were two of the many walking wounded
And all I want is to try to be the cure
So well never feel loneliness anymore
I wanna be declared your one and only
Hear you say that Im your destiny
And I want you to be more than a mystery to me
Am I making you feel uneasy
Do you recognize the movie that were in
Every game you swore youd never play you win
Do you want to know the truth about you
Do you even hear the voices in your head
Cant you see Im hanging there by a thread
I wanna feel your gentle arms around me
Wanna know the sweet taste of your kiss
Wanna hear you whisper
Baby, nothings better than this
I wanna be declared your one and only
Hear you say that Im your destiny
And I want you to be more than a mystery to me
The more I reach out to you
The harder you are to find
How could I be so drawn to something so unkind
Do I make you feel uneasy
Am I saying any words you want to hear
Love isnt really love without fear
Chorus
song performed by by Richard Marx
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Night Poem
How do we forgive ourselves
for events beyond our control?
How do we come to grips with
what is beyond our grasp?
As I write, I know these questions
will keep me up all night,
contemplating these and the other
great mysteries of life...
if only we could remember
those times beyond memory
(than it would it all make sense,
it would all
be so easy)
whether I'm approaching the beginning
of life, or the end, to me it makes no difference
I'm just eagerly anticipating
what's next to come
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Thoughts On Life
How do we forgive ourselves
for events beyond our control?
How do we come to grips with
what is beyond our grasp?
As I write, I Know these questions
will keep me up all night...
contemplating these and the others
of life's great mysteries...
if only we could remember
those times beyond memory
(than it would it all make sense,
it would all
be so easy)
whether I'm approaching the beginning
of life, or the end, to me it makes no difference
I'm just eagerly anticipating
what's next to come
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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