Nick plays a corrupt politician, which is kind of a redundant statement.
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Phenomena
The musical times corrupt the phenomenal few,
My asking is like a statement that many blew.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I Thank God
I THANK GOD
I thank God.
Who and what am I to thank God?
God does not need my thanks.
Even my thanks are after all
From God to God.
God thanking God
Seems redundant.
Yet today my son was here
He has been away
He looks very well.
He is so kind to his father-
He is a kind person.
I need to thank God.
Thank God.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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If a politician murders his mother, the first response of the press or of his opponents will likely be not that it was a terrible thing to do, but rather that in a statement made six years before he had gone on record as being opposed to matricide.
quote by Meg Greenfield
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I have been made redundant before and it is a terrible blow; redundant is a rotten word because it makes you think you are useless.
quote by Billy Connolly
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It's a big flash of all these things and whatever you take out of that statement's one statement, one mind, one statement, one act, one show, and all the songs are one.
quote by Alice Cooper
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Nick Of Time
Wrong track, wrong line
First train to run on time
Bad blood, bad news
Long rope, got nothing to lose
Mad bull seeing red
Coming at me, happy when Im dead
Jump a fence, get away
Aint got a liking for the games he plays
What you gonna do?
Everybody trying to find you guilty
Make you wanna tow the line
Saved by, saved in the nick of time
I was saved in the nick of time
Slow plane, hard rain
Cold sweat and I feel the strain
Look down, no ground
Black sky, just the engine sound
Bail out, goodbye
Take my chances, I dont wanna die
Count ten, just pray
The nick of time can save me any day
What you gonna do?
Everybody love a hero, honey
Living on a danger line
Saved by, saved in the nick of time
I was saved in the nick of time
Lose sleep, get grief
Some day get no relief
Quick punch, closed eye
You didnt knew it and you wonder why
Lynch mob on your tail
Think they were searching for the holy grail
Leave town, get away
I didnt figure on them anyway
No I didnt today
Everybody trying to find you guilty
Make you wanna tow the line
Saved by, saved in the nick of time
I was saved in the nick of time
song performed by by AC-DC
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The judiciary
Which is the most profitable vocation, daddy?
A professional – no;
A business men – no;
A power broker – no;
An artist - no
A politician – no;
In civil service – no.
Then?
To be in judiciary in a corrupt country..
12.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Little Saint Nick
Oooooooo
Merry christmas saint nick
Christmas comes this time each year
Oooooooo oooooooo
Well, way up north where the air gets cold
Theres a tale about christmas that youve all been told
And a real famous cat all dressed up in red
And he spends the whole year workin out on his sled
Its the little saint nick
Ooooo, little saint nick
Its the little saint nick
Ooooo, little saint nick
Just a little bobsled we call it old saint nick
But shell walk a toboggan with a four speed stick
Shes candy-apple red with a ski for a wheel
And when santa hits the gas, man, just watch her peel
Its the little saint nick
Ooooo, little saint nick
Its the little saint nick
Ooooo, little saint nick
Run run reindeer
Run run reindeer
Whoaa
Run run reindeer
Run run reindeer
He dont miss no one
And haulin through the snow at a frightenin speed
With a half a dozen deer with rudy to lead
Hes gotta wear his goggles cause the snow really flies
And hes cruisin every pad with a little surprise
Its the little saint nick
Ooooo, little saint nick
Its the little saint nick
Ooooo, little saint nick
Ahhhhhh
Oooooooo
Merry christmas saint nick
Christmas comes this time each year
Ahhhhhh
Oooooooo
Merry christmas saint nick
Christmas comes this time each year
Ahhhhhh
Oooooooo
Merry christmas saint nick
Christmas comes this time each year
song performed by by Beach Boys
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In The Nick Of Time
In the nick of time
I'm still Christina Sunrise
In the nick of time
I still write poems that rhyme.
In the nick of time
I still drink my red wine.
In the nick of time
Dr. Gregory's sight
helped make me alright.
In the nick of time—
I changed my mind—
to staying here—
Thank heavens for
Dr. Gregory so dear.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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I scrambled to the top of the precipice where Nick was waiting. 'That was fun,' I said. 'You bet it was,' said Nick. 'Let's climb higher.' 'No,' I said. 'I think we should be heading back now.' 'We have time,' Nick insisted. I said we didn't, and Nick said we did. We argued back and forth like that for about 20 minutes, then finally decided to head back. I didn't say it was an interesting story.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Piccaninny and her ramshackle pianoforte
Her consumptive father is a shoeshine in the particular railway station
And her infidel mother goes out late in the evening,
Dilly-dally in the dim-light streets.
The child prodigy who plays her shaky piano, Mom has picked from a junk yard on a full moon day.
You could hear faintly in the twilight when sun hides,
The sad theme in low pitch of the bursting ghetto.
The darkness, hunger, poverty, penny-pinching, malnutrition, malpractices, hooliganism and et cetera.
Her transparent soul plays well as a maestro.
It's not a miracle if a kind-hearted drunkard politician peeps to the scenario who loves the classical music.
*Dedication to the Brazilian authoress Caroline Maria de Jesus who wrote 'The child of darkness'.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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They call me corrupt, frivolous. I am not at all privileged. Maybe the only privileged thing is my face. And corrupt? God! I would not look like this if I am corrupt. Some ugliness would settle down on my system.
quote by Imelda Marcos
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Corrupt crops
As a child I was corrupt less.
As I grew to an adolescent,
I know all adults are corrupt.
As an adult, I forgave them.
Growing wise, I forgave myself.
Corruption cannot be weeded.
Crops themselves are corrupt.
31.11.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Nope Not Supposed To
The simples of kindness
Ever to express
Was a dog biscuit from the mailman’s vest
Today while on my way
My dog did spy
From his biscuit eye
This uniform of yesterday
Who would bring treats along his way
Nope....I’m not supposed to he say
No biscuits anymore along my way
It has become a no more to be
This kind gesture between the dog and me
Nick Krakana
December 28,2011
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Americans like the British kind of quirkiness and the strange accent. They find it kind of cute or something, with a certain charm.
I Am No Politician
I am no politician.
I am direct.
Every blemish and flaw I have,
I accept without regret.
I am not trying to win your approval
To represent your requests.
Nor will I disappoint you...
With deceit to later confess.
I am no politician.
Seeking a way to line my pockets.
I find that disgusting!
And I observe those who can not stop it!
Your quality of life...
With standards you behold.
Isn't my fault at all!
That your best interests,
They have sold!
You selected them to dismiss me.
To keep me and mine in check!
You elected them to suppress my dignity.
To keep my indentity distressed.
You chose them to divide and conquer.
By rules and laws
They clearly defied...
You now regret!
Why me...
You despise?
I am no politician!
My priorities are my happiness.
Not to masquerade with pretentions...
For purposes to make promises,
With intentions to forget.
I am no politician...
To trap you like prey.
And dangle you to capture...
As I make arrangements with others,
To take away the safety from your nests.
To portray in false charades.
I am no politician.
So voice your anger,
To those you believed...
Would come to your aid.
While on your knees you plead.
I am no politician!
I sleep at night.
In peace and at rest!
I am no politician...
Nor a hypocrite you will find,
Who will say something other
Than what is on my mind!
You can bet,
With respect...
I am direct.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Corruption Is Cancer
The head is perfect with others corrupt.
Others are perfect with the head corrupt.
Both are same; the system is corrupt.
It’s like cancer growing in an organ.
(02.07.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Democracy
(Democracy in India has become a fun for certain people. The nexus between the corrupt politicians and corrupt officers is responsible for degrading the values of democracy)
People's state for the people, by the people,
But what kind of people?
Criminals, robbers murderers, rapists,
And off-course the corrupts,
These are the people?
And
honest, simple and plain speaking
Feel suffocated,
If this is democracy,
I denounce it.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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My choosing Islam was not a political statement; it was a spiritual statement.
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The Filipino Politician
When he finds his wife in bed with another man--
The conservative politician feels an ache in his stomach,
remembers the longanisa and the tapa he had for breakfast.
He doesn't know whether to get the doctor or Cardinal Sin
on the phone. He calls one of his bodyguards, tells him
to shoot the man and then, his wife. He takes his .38 magnum
from his brief case, shoots his bodyguard in the back.
The liberal politician pours himself a glass of Courvoisier,
remembers a passage from an Anais Nin story.
He is suddenly the one they call the Basque. He removes
his Dior tie, his Armani shirt, his Calvin Klein boxer shorts.
He puts on a black beret, whispers, tres jolie, tres jolie,
que bonito, muy grande my petite amore. He joins them
in bed, begins his caresses on the man's calves,
kisses his way up the man's thighs.
The communist politician does not call his wife a puta,
nor does he challenge the man to a duel with balisong knives.
He stays calm, takes out a book of poems by Mao Tse Tung.
Inspired, he decides to advance the Revolution.
He takes a taxi to Roxas Boulevard, he begins to curse
and throw rocks at the American Embassy.
poem by Nick Carbo
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