The best manner of avenging ourselves is by not resembling him who has injured us.
quote by Jane Porter
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Avenging Angel
Avenging angel on the stairs
Blood covered wings
Hands held in mid-air
Sword glistening
Can’t help but stare
Avenging angel sways in place
To a silent beat
Out of time and place
Save a life
Cut him down
Avenging angel falls to the ground
Bleeding from wounds and we grieve
Bleeding from wounds we can’t see
Avenging angel on the stairs
Avenging angel goes nowhere
Blood drips from white feathered wings
The king is dead
Long live the king
When one hand is injured the other nurses it, when both hands are injured they nurse each other.
Justice will not come to Athens until those who are not injured are as indignant as those who are injured.
quote by Thucydides
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because God is there...
a good and
kind soul
is never weary
bumped it is
never injured
given myriad tasks
this soul which is
good and kind
shall finish it
without complain
and in excellent
manner.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In a Manner of Speaking
In a manner of speaking, I want to kill you,
said the drunk redneck to his wife,
In a manner of speaking, I don't love you,
said my ex (turned vegan) to me,
as I returned from a psych ward, hoping for
some sort of reconciliation,
And in a manner of speaking, the whole
world has gone to shit, that no mentally
unbalanced poet can improve upon,
In a manner of speaking, I was just a haiku
before I birthed an epic poem in 2008
and it went something like:
In a manner of speaking…
In a manner of speaking, there is plenty of
beer and loose women,
In a manner of speaking, there is plenty of
internet journals with useless information,
In a manner of speaking, there are plenty of
assholes writing about getting laid and anal sex
on MySpace,
In a manner of speaking, my friend got raped
a few years ago and now has occasional herpes
outbreaks, which are quite disturbing
to her husband,
In a manner of speaking, I'm losing faith in humanity
and love at times,
In a manner of speaking, we just go through the motions,
hoping for something to change or something
spectacular to happen.
But I don't really know any more,
trying to make sense of it all, screaming for some sort of
sanity that eludes me,
In a manner of speaking, I feel alone here,
unable to connect to what's around me-
I just told some guy at a bar that I was a Dallas Cowboys
fan and I don't even watch football,
and he told me to come in my 'gear' on Sunday,
In a manner of speaking, I feel somewhat liberated
because I have no clue as to what I'm doing,
knowing that there is really no escape.
January 8,2008
-Alexander Shaumyan
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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My bonny... [Frumoasa mea...]
My bonny, you have big green eyes
Resembling emeralds which glow,
To other warmer lands you go
For getting rid of tears and sighs.
But if you think of a surprise,
Then touch my body nice and slow,
And watch me with your big green eyes
Resembling emeralds which glow.
A lot of men will come to you
Their love in verses to confess:
They'll say it nicer than I do,
But in their heart they'll love you less!
poem by Cincinat Pavelescu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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The Coast
A family of musicians took shelter for the night
In the little harbor church of st. cecilia
Two guitars, bata, bass drum and tambourine
Rose of jericho and bougainvillea
This is a lonely life
Sorrows everywhere you turn
And thats worth something
When you think about it
Thats worth some money
Thats worth something
When you think about it
That is worth some money
A trip to the market
A trip into the pearl gray morning sunlight
That settles over washington
A trip to the market
A trip around the world
Where the evening meal
Is negotiable, if there is one.
This is a lonely-lone, lonely life
Sorrows everywhere you turn
And thats worth something
When you think about it
Thats worth some money
Thats worth something
When you think about it
That is worth some money
To prove that I love you
Because I believe in you
Summer skies, stars are falling
All along the injured coast
If I have money
If I have children
Summer skies, stars are falling
All along the injured coast
Oo-wah oo-wah doo-wop a doo-wah
Summer skies and stars are falling
All along the injured coast
Oo-wah oo-wah doo-wop a doo-wah
Summer skies and the stars are falling
All along the injured coast
We are standing in the sunlight
The early morning sunlight
In the harbor church of st. cecilia
To praise a souls returning to the earth
To the rose of jericho and the bougainvillea
To prove that I love you
Because I believe in you
Summer skies, stars are falling
All along the injured coast
If I have money
If I have children
Summer skies, stars are falling
All along the injured coast
If I have weaknesses
Dont let them blind me now
Summer skies, stars are falling
All along the injured coast
Oo-wah oo-wah
Doo wop a doo wah
Summer skies, stars are falling
Leaving the shadow of the valley behind me now
All along the injured coast
Ooh-wah oow-wah
Doo wop a doo wah
Summer skies and stars are falling
All along the injured coast
Ooh-wah ooh-wah
Doo wop a doo wah
song performed by by Paul Simon
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We Have Created The Night
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
I sustain you with all my powers
I engrave in rock the star of your powers
Deep furrows where your body’s goodness fruits
I recall your hidden voice your public voice
I smile still at the proud woman
You treat like a beggar
The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in
And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night
I wonder at the stranger you become
A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love
One that is always new.
poem by Paul Eluard
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Feeling Injured
Feeling Injured
-Under the Shadow of Power
Wind from the darkness is silent
There’s nothing but passion and sad
Fierce my heart
Sensitive words was injured by the heavy mind
Who streaming from the wound is not the dead blood
But the lively hope
Passion is the flame burning in the ice
But in reality dream can not wonder
In the place where it was born
Mind, the weak in shivering is still dreaming
How can he enter his paradise from reality the hell
poem by Snowheart Warlik
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My manner of thinking, so you say, cannot be approved. Do you suppose I care? A poor fool indeed is he who adopts a manner of thinking for others!
quote by Marquis de Sade
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The Killer Inferno at Sivakasi
The killer inferno is a great tragedy
At the fire works manufacturing factory,
It is situated in Sivakasi, Tamil Nadu, India,
Which is called as the ‘Little Japan of India'.
In our country it is the unit best,
And in the world ‘tis the second largest;
While we thus raise the collar,
The powerful explosions are a shock caller.
Many people died in the raging blaze,
And many were injured in the smoking haze;
Thirty-five persons were charred to death,
And more than seventy were injured in health.
In small sheds workers were over crowding,
Above the limits the raw materials were in dumping;
There exist prescribed rules and regulations,
But many were the norms that were in violations.
Let us cogitate over the fire-works,
As jeopardy to many lives therein lurks;
All fire-works in display should be hated,
As large sums of money are truly wasted.
To the kin of the injured and deceased,
Ex-gratia money was given and eased;
To the many precious lives lost,
Can this ever be an equal cost?
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Falling Upon A Cliff
ah, i know that
feeling
when we end
something
lousily
we are
disappointed
because it
could have
ended in
another manner
that most
excellent manner
we hate
unjustified endings
there is something much better
than that
not just justice or
that happily ever-after
it could have been something else
not that
ah, i know that feeling
I've done that before
many many times
and you the reader
hangs on a cliff
soon to fall...
i know this feeling
there is no need
for sharing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A people always ends by resembling its shadow.
quote by Rudyard Kipling
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The young are permanently in a state resembling intoxication.
Daffodils
they swirl in the most auspicious manner
lifting cups of yellow over a field of joy
they sway in the most friendly manner
so that they are a unison of grace
in the whole field, an emptiness except
these flowers and the spring breeze song
each waiting for someone to fall in love with
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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It’s your notion.
Belief in efficacy of a thing
Will not promote or demote
Its efficacy in any manner.
Faith in capacity of a person
Will not increase or decrease
His capacity in any manner.
It is your notion, that’s all.
22.10.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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While one should always study the method of a great artist, one should never imitate his manner. The manner of an artist is essentially individual, the method of an artist is absolutely universal. The first is personality, which no one should copy; the second is perfection, which all should aim at.
quote by Oscar Wilde
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Noiseless is the approach of the avenging deities.
The avenging gods have their feet clothed in wool.
Monkey in Hospital
Now buildings have automatic sliding gates,
Sense creatures to automatically operate;
A monkey opened Delhi hospital gate to enter
Used to take meals and went out same manner.
One day while stealing meal he was caught,
In hurry to run away, way to gate he forgot;
He jumped ward to ward, corridor to corridor,
But could not locate the passage to out door
Then he was chased by the kitchen crew
Before he could be set free, hurt a few;
With great difficulty the things normalised,
The injured staff members got hospitalised.
An ape entered my home, found door unbolted
Took eatables from fridge, children got jolted;
Municipality, unable to control animals on tree
They can jump here and there and easily flee.
Need to think designing a device or facility-
In the world there are also naughty monkeys.
- S. D.Tiwari
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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