You must strive to multiply bread so that it suffices for the tables of mankind, and not rather favor an artificial control of birth, which would be irrational, in order to diminish the number of guests at the banquet of life.
quote by Pope Paul VI
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Birth Control Logic
Birth control is not anti-self-indulgence
not even depriving the
supreme gift of pleasure
Yes God allows people
to multiply on earth
Yet same God instructs
same people to subdue
and take control the multiplied population
Human needs need controllership
to take control is not merely
to control, to rule over populace.
to take control is taking control
the ultimate birth-making pleasure
to subdue perilous ballooning population
Birth control therefore is not
anti-self-indulgence
rather a noble submission
to the Creator who need no more
creation multiplacation
poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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Life Is Like A Number Line
Life Is Like a number Line,
Between negative infinity to positive infinity,
At the middle have that zero,
All are finite numbers,
Zero stands for nothing,
Infinity for everything,
But zero is some how useful,
When it is with numbers on proper side,
Infinity is useless as it engulf all!
Numbers are special on their own,
Some are positives, have mirror images in negatives,
May be integers or fractions,
May be rational or irrational,
Some are real and some are imaginary,
These make number of life complex,
Polynomaials with complex roots,
Or with complex coefficients,
If we take them on XY plane, they act and interact with one another,
Some make us laugh, as we find the answer,
Some brings us to sober, as they remain as mystery!
But life Is not to dimensional,
Multi dimensional it is,
So multidimensional space of life make it wonderful,
A wonder out of reach of all!
But modular sets can draw some with some similarities
If you want to become mathematician,
Learn to play with them, bearing all headache they cause!
Otherwise either multiply all numbers by zero,
And yourself too, become zero,
Or merge all in infinity to wash your dirty hands,
If you want to know what is life,
Become a mathematician to play with numbers,
Life Is nothing but interaction of real with real or real with imaginary, positive with positive,
Negative with negative,
Or positive with negative,
Rational with rational,
irrational with irrational, most of time a rational with irrational,
But noone is perfect like zero among finite,
And no one can't say anything about the infinite!
The Soul is that space on which all numbers play according to the karma and thoughts!
Oops this interactions of numbers is life!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Turntable
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I used to walk around like
Nothing could happen to me
Life is a gamble so i
Should live life more carefully
But all I know is that i
Control my own destiny
I used to look at others
Instead of me blaming me
Bridge:
Dont ask yourself why
Just look to the sky
Believe that soon youll see the other side
Chorus:
I know
That through all the struggle
Theres a bright road
At the end of the tunnel
Now you should know
Whatever your dilemma may be
Youll learn
Life is worth it
Watch the tables turn
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Whenever you feel troubled
With problems coming your way
Dont ever get discouraged
Theres always a better day
We all dont know the answers
Believe and trust when I say
That havin faith is always
The way to make things okay
Bridge
Chorus
Thats right
Alright
Youve had your ups and downs but
It happened for a reason
Cause after april showers
There will come a change of season
So please dont give up now cuz
The suns shinin through the clouds
Its gonna be alright
I know
Chorus
Chorus
Watch the tables turn
(watch the tables turn)
Watch the tables turn
(watch the tables turn)
Watch the tables turn
(watch the tables turn)
Watch the tables turn
(watch the tables turn)
song performed by by TLC
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Artificial Things (Sextuple Senryu)
Artificial breaths,
Like mimicking feelings of
Love with empty souls,
Artificial love,
Like sex mimics of drugged, raped
Girls, being in chains,
Artificial sex,
Like mimicking life in the
Dolls for making love,
Artificial life,
Like raping dead women to
Sate sadistic needs,
Artificial need,
Like rape mimics during sex
For excitation
And excitations,
Like artificial breaths for
Necrophiliacs.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Artificial Light
Slow dancing in a disco,
Standing underneath the light show,
Illuminated by the artificial light.
I disbelieved it at first sight,
I couldnt tell if she was black or white,
It didnt matter in the artificial light,
Artificial light.
Artificial light.
Artificial light.
Artificial light.
First time I saw her she was easy to know,
She had nothing to hide, she put it all out to show.
She didnt cover up or try to conceal,
I knew the way that she felt cause her expression was real.
She didnt cover up the inside,
She showed it all on the outside,
Stark naked in the artificial light.
Everybody gotta learn to relax,
To be yourself you have to put on an act.
Get together in the artificial light.
And if I saw her in the light of day,
I wouldnt know what to say, I wouldnt know what had happened.
I only wanna know a world below,
Where we can be ourselves beneath an artificial glow.
And if youre scared what your friendll say,
And youre embarrassed by the light of day,
Get together in the artificial light.
Everybody let yourself go,
Everybody to a floor show,
Get together in the artificial light.
Artificial light,
Artificial light,
Artificial light,
Artificial light.
song performed by by Kinks
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A Culture
You are 20 miles away from wisdom and,
I am 60 miles awy from you with the facts of life;
And like the little doctrines and the rules which may delay a culture,
For hatred is also in our own rooms and on our own tables.
Real or artificial to you may sound as if to crown the muse,
But do walk around the town to see things for yourselves;
And of an education of words without the broom!
Let wisdom reign to the charging of mankind.
You are satisfied with yourself and i am with my muse also,
But a culture of value is what i need;
For you've been delayed by the doctrines of your culture in this life!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Free State!
Birth, growth, decay and death
All living beings undergo sure!
Hunger and old age make all
Depend each other for survival!
Sans discipline, rationality and
Control freedom can't be enjoyed!
To have carefree freedom from
All worries man should be birth-less!
Birth fixes death for all beings;
Birth and death are for body;
Body with mind and heart
Man lives life with all things.
Spiritual state is the free state
All have to strive to overcome woes!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Numbers
Its stranger how some numbers
keep recurring in our lives.
At first, we do not notice it
until one day we think of them.
Our date of birth, houses numbers we have lived in,
our children’s birth date
and our brother or sister’s date of birth.
When you look at them
and one number seems to readily appear,
you begin to wonder if that number
has some bearing on our lives.
The number linked to my life is number 8.
I was born on the 18th,
in Canada the house I grew up in was 28
and my sister was born on the 18th.
Moving to England our house number was 62.
When my wife and I got married,
our first house was 24,
our second house was 18
and our present house number is 107.
My wife’s birth date is the 8th;
my son was born on the 17-8-71.
Everywhere I look the number 8 just keeps popping up.
Coincidence I guess you could call it,
or is there something else a foot.
I will just let you the reader to decide.
3 September 2009
Author’s note.
The evening I wrote this, my wife went out, was talking to someone, and mentioned how the number 8 always appeared in our lives.
Coincidence?
poem by David Harris
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Zero Covers All
Lately I realize.
I am a numb number,
living through life.
First child.
Date of birth.
Sixth star of twenty-seven.
Scorpio numbers six of twelve.
Studied tenth class,
Then 5-year’s graduation,
Every class I had a scroll number.
Exams written on id number.
Studied law.
Head churning three years,
with numbered sections.
Penal code, constitution.
Clauses of law in numbered sects.
Registered in bar council.
Legal practice.
Case files are numbered.
Subsequently I got,
House number, door number.
Phone number.
Mobile number.
Account numbers.
Credit card number.
Pan card number,
Folio numbers,
Car number,
License number,
Policy number,
Health card number,
Election card number,
Passport number,
Ration card number,
Ultimately, when you put me in morgue,
allotted me a number.
Which, I do no know.
However, I know a number.
I am a big zero.
It covers all my life
Yes, we discovered zero.
What a relief?
Does it not cover all?
fulfill all values!
By the way your number please?
X number or N number?
Infinite numbers.
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poem by Satheesan Rangorath
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Work Hard,
Work Hard,
Work hard and strive on and on,
This is the Living Bread that Hold's this Conscience,
It is only through me that I find Trust worth an Honour,
Living with that Bread,
I take the reward as the Great Covenant from God,
work hard on earth like Birds that build nest with Honour,
Work hard regardless of Status,
Was is a Disillusion of God's Trust towards Mankind,
Whilst Iam taking this Bread that I may feed on the GOOD spirit.
poem by Abdul Karim
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Work Hard on Labours,
Work Hard on Labours,
Work hard and strive on and on,
This is the Living Bread that Hold's this Conscience,
It is only through me that I find Trust worth an Honour,
Living with that Bread,
I take the reward as the Great Covenant from God,
work hard on earth like Birds that build nest with Honour,
Work hard regardless of Status,
War is a Disillusion of God's Trust towards Mankind,
Whilst Iam taking this Bread that I may feed on the GOOD WITNESS SPIRIT agains't evil from Birds.
poem by Abdul Karim
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Think of a number
Think of a number, from 1 to 10
(Haven't played this since you know when)
Double it, add..? No, start again.
Think of another, from 2 to 9
(Were these the numbers we'd combine?)
No, that's not right - wrong line!
Think of a number, from 3 to 8
(Was what I heard from my schoolmate?)
No, come on John now, concentrate.
Think of another, from 4 to 7
(I know, if added, it's 11
And - 'all good children go to heaven')
Think of a number, from 5 to 6
(And here I'm getting in a fix)
I'm bad at these arithmetics.
Let's try again, from 6 to 5
(For this I bet we had to strive)
It's like the last - let's not revive.
Think of a number, from 7 to 4
(This game could run forevermore)
I'm lost, I've now forgot the score.
Think of another, from 8 to 3
No matter what the answer be
I'm sure it's baffling you and me.
Think of a number, from 9 to 2
Have you really any clue
What this riddle's meant to do?
Think of a number, from 1 to 10
No! ...
I can't go through all that again!
(Written Oct 2012)
poem by John Carter Brown
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The whole action of the laws tended to increase the number of consumers of food and to diminish the number of producers, was due the invention of the Malthusian theory of population.
quote by Henry Charles Carey
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Letting Life Serve You
when you write
some words
you always have someone in mind
someone that you wonder
because you cannot control her
because she has become
too unpredictable
as she
like a worm grapples with the slowness
of her movements
upon the
indrawn lines of the leaf
seeping time
like tea
soon things happens by themselves
without our knowing
how the cocoon's silence
breaks and
gives way to life
how wings grow from
arms
how minds open like parachutes
of morning glories
along the untrodden paths of
this earth
you decide finally that sitting down
is the best thing to do
watching has become the wisest
philosophical option
things unfold like letters
that we have failed to read
chairs open their plain smoothness
for us to be there
tables are always ready with food
shoes get inside your feet
life becomes a banquet
and all those that it had given life
is always there to serve
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Today... 'Bread
Manna of Heaven coming from God
walked with us and earths pathways trod.
Come let's taste and see that the Lord is good
and not just settle for plain earthly food
There is Bread that God to mankind did give
So that we might all eat of it and live.
The Body of Christ is that Bread given
The Bread of Life that came down from heaven.
This Bread was stricken and smitten of God
when up the hill of Calvary He trod.
He was wounded and broken there for me
bore the price of sin that I might go free.
I've been to communion with You Lord
Broke the Bread in accordance with Your Word.
No bread of earth tasted so sweet and fair
as the bread I broke supping with You there
Such a feast was set by God before men
sweet Bread and wine laid upon the table then.
Bread broken for iniquities of mine
and into the cup poured the blood red wine
As I broke the bread Lord, I heard You say
'This is my body broken for you that day.'
Then I closed my eyes and I saw You Lord
hanging for me upon the cross of wood.
I heard You cry in pain and agony
Shout 'My God why have you forsaken me.'
Then 'Father forgive them ', I heard You say
for those that drove the nails in deep that day.
Your body bearing the sins of mankind
was wounded for these transgressions of mine.
Bowing Your head becoming Broken Bread
as You bore the wrath of God in my stead.
Broken for me was that Heavenly Bread
for my sins You suffered and You bled.
Wondrous love has been shown my God to me
for I'm saved by Your death at Calvary.
Praise God for the Bread that came from Heaven.
Praise God for the life that He has given.
Grace and mercy He lavished upon me
when the Bread was broken upon that tree.
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The number of guests at dinner should not be less than the number of the Graces nor exceed that of the Muses, i.e., it should begin with three and stop at nine.
quote by Marcus Terentius Varro
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Aberkah
British beauty!
The artificial moon,
The artificial spoon,
The artificial sun,
The artificial gun,
The artificial stars,
The artificial tars! !
Bun, dun, fun, run, pun;
But, with mercy and peace.
Buy, but, burr, bury, bun;
Under the shades of love!
And, it is no secret to all;
But, do make love with the only one you love.
Aberkah, era, ear, bear, bare, hear, are, he, bark, ark!
Near, the surface;
Like a fair trial,
But, you are very young at your age!
And, you need someone to guide you on;
However, your mind is miles ahead of you.
Encourage,
To buy and to bury it;
But, do have a blessed day! !
In the land of your muse with mercy and peace,
And like a Professor and his students.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Springing With Mistakes
A mistake majestically springs to mind,
Divined by helpers, confined and solved;
My kind line confines me, bromine is around,
A little deadness suffices careering into the life.
Let the mid-wife be in strife, with wildness,
Without a pocket-knife, and let her see the pens.
Writing matches the reading, so does accosting,
And adhering to glue, we strive and acquaint.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Make your free men and guests sit as far as possible at tables on either side, not four here and three there.
quote by Robert Grosseteste
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Ballade of an Omnibus
"To see my love suffices me."
--Ballades in Blue China.
Some men to carriages aspire;
On some the costly hansoms wait;
Some seek a fly, on job or hire;
Some mount the trotting steed, elate.
I envy not the rich and great,
A wandering minstrel, poor and free,
I am contented with my fate --
An omnibus suffices me.
In winter days of rain and mire
I find within a corner strait;
The 'busmen know me and my lyre
From Brompton to the Bull-and-Gate.
When summer comes, I mount in state
The topmost summit, whence I see
Crœsus look up, compassionate --
An omnibus suffices me.
I mark, untroubled by desire,
Lucullus' phaeton and its freight.
The scene whereof I cannot tire,
The human tale of love and hate,
The city pageant, early and late
Unfolds itself, rolls by, to be
A pleasure deep and delicate.
An omnibus suffices me.
Princess, your splendour you require,
I, my simplicity; agree
Neither to rate lower nor higher.
An omnibus suffices me.