I said I thought female labour of the sort exacted from these slaves, and corporal chastisement such as they endure, must be abhorrent to any manly or humane man.
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To be meek, patient, tactful, modest, honorable, brave, is not to be either manly or womanly; it is to be humane.
quote by Jane Harrison
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The capitalists speculate on the two following factors: the female worker must be paid as poorly as possible and the competition of female labour must be employed to lower the wages of male workers as much as possible.
quote by Clara Zetkin
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In 1790 we had less than eight hundred thousand slaves. Under our mild and humane administration of the system they have increased above four millions.
quote by Robert Toombs
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Money Purchases Only Pearls
“Such a nice girl
funny she never married.
Such a nice girl
money purchases only pearls.”
Times past money
also purchased colonial slaves.
“Wisdom Sentimentality Sincerity.
Are free
inflating hearts that can be.
Above risen
treacherous currents
embroiled
in bitter judgement misty
dark green sea.”
Transportation
punished both major and petty
crimes in penal
transportation seven year sentence
or life to America.
To return home
a capital offence
execution by
judicial process.
Exile thought
a crime major deterrent.
Transportation
to America seen as a humane
profit productive
alternative to execution.
Penal transportation
free labour practical profitable
convicts bled to economically
develop colonial territories.
Transportation crime
often; only stealing a loaf of bread
to feed a starving family.
Quoted lines adapted from ‘Penal Transportation: Forgotten Gaelic Slaves’. See also‘The Saga Of A Convict Lass’, the original template poem for a collage of poems, symbolic of collective convict suffering, yet unique experiences of individuals, during the penal transportation period; ‘Flogged Upon Rack At Sea’ and ‘Sentenced For The Term Of Her Natural Life’ by Terence George Craddock.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Corporal absence is good
I coveted, held and detested her.
The corporal presence is less endured;
I coveted, longed and pined for her.
The corporal absence is well endeared,
As it drops its defects being not close.
19.06.97, Agartala
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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It would be ridiculous to talk of male and female atmospheres, male and female springs or rains, male and female sunshine....How much more ridiculous is it in relation to mind, to soul, to thought, where there is as undeniably no such thing as sex...
quote by Elizabeth Cady Stanton
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We must never relinquish the vision of a humane society and a humane world.
quote by Kjell Magne Bondevik
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Fire and Ice! ! !
I got the inspiration for this poem from a quote called 'Fire and Ice.'
This world will eventually come to an end.
But will we get to choose how it does?
What would you choose?
Fire or Ice?
Fire would burn everything.
It would be a fast death.
It would wipe out the whole world.
But would it be more humane than Ice?
Ice would slowly kill every living thing; Human or Plant.
Ice would chill everything to the very centre of their core.
Ice would take a while to wipe out this civilisation.
But is this more humane than Fire?
Neither would be humane;
But what would you rather?
Fire or Ice?
poem by MaddiiAnne O'Leary
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Clueless is the transgender.
Is the person in dispute
He, she, neither or both?
Genetics, Endocrinologists,
Psychiatrist, Gynecologists,
Radiologists, and Surgeons
Take a look, examine and fail
To concede it male or female.
A female is with female organs
Fully functional, with female
Hormones and 46 xx chromosomes.
Any deficit or any mix
Will upset the gender specific
And one will go clueless.
31.07.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Rule Britannia
When Britain first, at Heaven's command,
Arose from out the azure main;
This was the charter of the land,
And guardian angels sung this strain:
"Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves."
The nations, not so blest as thee,
Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall:
While thou shalt flourish great and free,
The dread and envy of them all.
"Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves."
Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
More dreadful, from each foreign stroke:
As the loud blast that tears the skies,
Serves but to root thy native oak.
"Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves."
Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame:
All their attempts to bend thee down,
Will but arouse thy generous flame;
But work their woe, and thy renown.
"Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves."
To thee belongs the rural reign;
Thy cities shall with commerce shine:
All thine shall be the subject main,
And every shore it circles thine.
"Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves."
The Muses, still with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair:
Blest isle! with matchless beauty crown'd,
And manly hearts to guard the fair.
"Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves."
poem by James Thomson
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Humane
is a
mystery or magic
going to happen here
to unveil
the HUMANE
from human
a lovely
flower from bud
to receive the
good morn kiss
the sun's
tender hands
opens the
bud to flower
no mystery
no magic
just a
daily fare
human to HUMANE
too...
a natural daily fare
in that gathering
of HUMANE humans
in its glow and shine
the sun will be put to shame
poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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To Attest To It
You're very much humane!
With your love towards me and of your concerns;
To attest to it,
For the very intent,
To support me,
For, everything in this life is possible! !
And, to attest to it from my experiences,
Because, you're very much humane.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Loot of Kissess
In bed
At sex...
Time...
Male change
Female...
Female change
Male...
At the bed...
Male is
Female...
Female is male...
It only not
Feeelling...
Bodys sexual
Enjoy of
Eneargy....
Making male
This think...?
Don't woory male...
Too love to female
Give eneargy kissess
For loot....
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Contact itself is the pleasure
The sustained interest is there
In contact with an intimate friend,
Notwithstanding the absence
Of any corporal contact.
The gratifying interest is there
In contact with a flirting woman
Notwithstanding the eluding
Corporal contact of her.
Gather, not to grieve.
02.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Of The Day
There has been worry and strife all year,
The sloping ground and the abhorrent facts show;
The showing of nature is then spinning first,
With regards to the godly labour, and desks of thinking.
A little wood senses the surroundings and then
Everyone bolts to the right or left
Depending on their age or size,
Also depending on job and status.
The soft echoes are grey after me,
Then the sudden change is mastered forever.
May the tunes of the galaxy be with us,
Worry is no more an object
And the subject of the day has passed.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Sugar-Plums
No, no, pretty sugar-plums! stay where you are!
Though my grandmother sent you to me from so far;
You look very nice, you would taste very sweet,
And I love you right well, yet not one will I eat.
For the poor slaves have labour'd, far down in the south,
To make you so sweet and so nice for my mouth;
But I want no slaves toiling for me in the sun,
Driven on with the whip, till the long day is done.
Perhaps some poor slave child, that hoed up the ground,
Round the cane in whose rich juice your sweetness was found,
Was flogg'd, till his mother cried sadly to see,
And I'm sure I want nobody beaten for me.
So grandma, I thank you for being so kind,
But your present, to-day, is not much to my mind;
Though I love you so dearly, I choose not to eat
Even what you have sent me by slavery made sweet.
Thus said little Fanny, and skipp'd off to play,
Leaving all her nice sugar-plums just where they lay,
As merry as if they had gone in her mouth,
And she had not cared for the slaves of the south.
poem by Elizabeth Margaret Chandler from Poetical Works (1836)
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God As A Super Computer
God is a super computer in which there are two folders,
Vile and humane,
.……………………. Vile ………………….
All the unfair work you do,
All the crimes you do,
All the injustice work you do,
…………………….. Humane ………………...
All the fair work you do,
All the social services you do,
All the justifiable work you do.
All the files of vile are converted to a new file called hard, sorrow and obstacles.
All the files of humane are
Converted to a new file called
Smooth, happiness and
Good living.
poem by Ram Kausik
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Image
You are the second one
Whom I love by my heart
Without seeing your face,
The God being the first one.
I love God for his deeds
With which the world is run.
I love you for the words
With which you pour passion.
I need not see the God,
Who is not corporal.
After so much in flow
I must know you by face.
The love built up by souls
Cannot be put to naught
By their corporal looks.
Rather they will enhance.
God can communicate
To us without His face.
You can’t communicate
Better without image.
24.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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It is no secret that the fruits of language study are in no sort of relation to the labour spent on teaching and learning them.
quote by Edward Sapir
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Forgiven
I found a little beetle; so that Beetle was his name,
And I called him Alexander and he answered just the same.
I put him in a match-box, and I kept him all the day ...
And Nanny let my beetle out -
Yes, Nanny let my beetle out -
She went and let my beetle out -
And Beetle ran away.
She said she didn't mean it, and I never said she did,
She said she wanted matches and she just took off the lid,
She said that she was sorry, but it's difficult to catch
An excited sort of beetle you've mistaken for a match.
She said that she was sorry, and I really mustn't mind,
As there's lots and lots of beetles which she's certain we could find,
If we looked about the garden for the holes where beetles hid -
And we'd get another match-box and write BEETLE on the lid.
We went to all the places which a beetle might be near,
And we made the sort of noises which a beetle likes to hear,
And I saw a kind of something, and I gave a sort of shout:
'A beetle-house and Alexander Beetle coming out!'
It was Alexander Beetle I'm as certain as can be,
And he had a sort of look as if he thought it must be Me,
And he had a sort of look as if he thought he ought to say:
'I'm very very sorry that I tried to run away.'
And Nanny's very sorry too for you-know-what-she-did,
And she's writing ALEXANDER very blackly on the lid,
So Nan and Me are friends, because it's difficult to catch
An excited Alexander you've mistaken for a match.
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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