Bohemia is nothing more than the little country in which you do not live. If you try to obtain citizenship in it, at once the court and retinue pack the royal archives and treasure and move away beyond the hills.
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Stalking-horse
He was caught in the border by a sentry.
“Hey! You are an illegal immigrant and where is your Passport? ”
'I don’t have that sort of thing and I am a wanderer of world citizen.”
'It’s not an excuse. You should carry your Passport whenever you enter another country.”
“I told you once I don’t have.”
“Your good name please? ”
“Sentimental.”
“You carry my name and your country of birth? ”
“Earth Sir.”
“Parents are living? ”
“Yes. But who knows where? ”
“We have to take you to custody. You seemed to be a Terrorist or a Freak.”
“If you predict that much then I has no any objections. You are holding a weapon and I am a free fall.”
“Tell me exactly what your intention is? ”
“I am seeking an honorary citizenship.”
“That would decide by the court of Law and let’s go in.”
They dragged him to their country.
On the way he said to the sentry “You talked about the funny word [Law].
Immense and it’s happy to hear that your country has law-abiding people.
What do you think of the court’s decision? ”
“Definitely put you into jail.”
“Oh! It’s really ridiculous when an unpractised lawyer who goes to the jail
In the country of walking into the freedom”
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Jan Kubelik
Your bow swept over a string, and a long low note quivered to the air.
(A mother of Bohemia sobs over a new child perfect learning to suck milk.)
Your bow ran fast over all the high strings fluttering and wild.
(All the girls in Bohemia are laughing on a Sunday afternoon in the hills with their lovers.)
poem by Carl Sandburg
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Spying Glass
Horace andy
You live in the city
You stay by yourself
You are invite all weakness
Still some people they ? ? ?
Just because you are rasta
You move to the country
You live in the hills
You invite all company
When you check it in the new spying glass
They want to know all your business
You live in the city
You mind your own business
What you see you dont see
But some people they always see
They never mind their own business
You move to the country
You live in the hills
You think youre far from the weak
When you check it in your spying glass
They want to know rasta business
Spying glass!
Spying glass!
Yeah
song performed by by Massive Attack
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Perdita
The sea coast of Bohemia
Is pleasant to the view
When singing larks spring from the grass
To fade into the blue,
And all the hawthorn hedges break
In wreaths of purest snow,
And yellow daffodils are out,
And roses half in blow.
The sea-coast of Bohemia
Is sad as sad can be,
The prince has ta’en our flower of maids
Across the violet sea;
Our Perdita has gone with him,
No more we dance the round
Upon the green in joyous play,
Or wake the tabor’s sound.
The sea-coast of Bohemia
Has many wonders seen,
The shepherd lass wed with a king,
The shepherd with a queen;
But such a wonder as my love
Was never seen before,
It is my joy and sorrow now
To love her evermore.
The sea-coast of Bohemia
Is haunted by a light
Of memory fair of lady’s eyes,
And fame of gallant knight;
The princes seek its charmèd strand,
But ah, it was our knell
When o’er the sea our Perdita
Went with young Florizel.
The sea-coast of Bohemia
Is not my resting-place,
For with her waned from out the day
A beauty and a grace:
O had I kissed her on the lips
I would no longer weep,
But live by that until the day
I fall to shade and sleep.
poem by James Hebblethwaite
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The Upper Bohemia people wore tuxedos in an art gallery, and Lower Bohemia was all of us.
quote by David Amram
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The Edge of Circumference...
A land of Sublime Archons,
Where secrets of Royal Blood are withheld,
Let us know what are the truths,
Truths of creation, protection and destruction,
No! ! ! They answer,
They have that great fear,
The archbishops, the priests,
Are the fakes,
Or are the disloyal to the Almighty,
Who knows! ! !
Then why are the differences on the path of Illumination,
Dig out the archives and publicly display them,
This is like waling on the circumference of sanity,
So free masonries were perfect,
Anyways we should be simplified,
Break the shackles,
Glorify the archives,
And be savior of yourself...
poem by Vikrant Jog
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There was an Old Man of Bohemia,
Whose daughter was christened Euphemia,
Till one day, to his grief,
She married a thief,
Which grieved that Old Man of Bohemia.
quote by by Edward Lear
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Move On
They say a restless body can hide a peaceful soul.
A voyager, and a settler, they both have a distant goal.
If I explore the heavens, or if I search inside.
Well, it really doesnt matter as long as I can tell myself
Ive always tried.
Like a roller in the ocean, life is motion
Move on
Like a wind thats always blowing, life is flowing
Move on
Like the sunrise in the morning, life is dawning
Move on
How I treasure every minute
Being part of it, being in it
With the urge to move on
Ive travelled every country, Ive travelled in my mind
It seems were on a journey, a trip through space and time
And somewhere lies the answer
To all the questions why
What really makes the difference
Between all dead and living things, the will to stay alive
Like a roller in the ocean (la la la la la la-la)
Life is motion (la la la la la la-la)
Move on (la la la la-la)
Like a wind thats always blowing (la la la la la la-la)
Life is flowing (la la la la la la-la)
Move on (la la la la-la)
Like the sunrise in the morning (la la la la la la-la)
Life is dawning (la la la la la la-la)
Move on (la la la la-la)
How I treasure every minute (la la la la)
Being part of it (la la la la)
Being in it (la la la la)
With the urge to move on
The morning breeze that ripples the surface of the sea
The crying of the seagulls that hover over me
I see it and I hear it
But how can I explain
The wonder of the moment
To be alive, to feel the sun that follows every rain
Like a roller in the ocean (la la la la la la-la)
Life is motion (la la la la la la-la)
Move on (la la la la-la)
Like a wind thats always blowing (la la la la la la-la)
Life is flowing (la la la la la la-la)
Move on (la la la la-la)
Like the sunrise in the morning (la la la la la la-la)
Life is dawning (la la la la la la-la)
Move on (la la la la-la)
How I treasure every minute (la la la la)
Being part of it (la la la la-ah)
Being in it
With the urge to move on
La la la la la la-la, la la la la la la-la, la la la la-la
Like a wind thats always blowing
La la la la la la-la
La la la la la la-la (life is flowing)
La la la la-la (move on)
Like the sunrise in the morning
La la la la la la-la
La la la la la la-la (life is dawning)
La la la la-la (move on)
How I treasure every minute (la la la la)
Being part of it (la la la la-ah)
Being in it
With the urge to move on
La la la la la la-la, la la la la la la-la, la la la la-la
Like a wind thats always blowing........
song performed by by ABBA
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No Swimming Pool Or Tennis Court
A swimming pool and tennis court
for music, lyrics, Copeland thought
chez Brothers Gershwin, has to be
the way to go. I get no fee
for poetry, and have no mansion.
My home has much room for expansion,
and telling me my verse is gorgeous
won’t make my house as great as George’s.
In woods of Beverly this Gershon
is not like Hilly Gershwins’ version;
it’s far closer to a shul,
though I would not decline a pool
and tennis court in summertime,
when people think of Ira’s rhyme.
When Aaron Copeland visited the Gershwins in Beverly Hills, he was impressed by their tennis court and swimming pool, saying that he did not know that one could obtain either by writing music and lyrics.
10/1/09
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Therefore one should speak at the same time of national citizenship and wider European citizenship.
quote by Jacques Delors
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Kingdom Over the Mountain
Courts are many in the kingdom over the mountain,
Where kings have stammered over their speeches,
Where the royal palaces must conserve their strength
To fight us in the lands of many, the land of plenty.
Offered a ghostly help by his subjects,
The king is expecting melodies to surprise his court,
His is the evolution to tame a monster and a country,
Too many troops have died in the end for this country.
Always some of us stage rebellion in trampling fashion,
In work of worst strategy, and fame at last.
Then a king and a queen have departed to the hereafter,
To the land of Paradise, the bouncy one.
Plenty of people gather in strong heaps,
To cling is the best strange action
So then we learn of these royal families
To cling on the hammer of their judgement.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country, as the behavior of the country is most mockable at the court.
quote by William Shakespeare
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Well I don't know, I might have lost my citizenship, I don't think you can lose your citizenship though.
quote by Tommy Chong
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Over the years, dozens of American companies have filed papers to trade in their U.S. corporate citizenship for citizenship in tax haven countries like Bermuda.
quote by Richard Neal
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Plantation Boy
Lots of people walk about proud and free
Lift up your head start looking around
Theres a brandnew feeling of liberty
Like a clear bell thats starting to sound
Plantation boy
Cmon and get going
Yesterdays chains have broken in two
Plantation boy
The new move is growing
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you
Plantation boy
Plantation boy
Lots of smiling faces for you to meet
So many hands to help you along
Just shake off the mud that weighs down your feet
If you stand tall you just cant go wrong
Plantation boy
Cmon and get going
Yesterdays chains have broken in two
Plantation boy
The new move is growing
Reaching the hills, the valleys and you
Plantation boy
Plantation boy
Years of picking cotton for little pay
Living alone in some wooden shack
Sweating in the heat of a summers day
This is all over, you wont come back
Plantation boy
Cmon and get going
Yesterdays chains have broken in two
Plantation boy
The new move is growing
Reaching the hills, the valleys and you
Plantation boy
Plantation boy
Plantation boy
Cmon and get going
Yesterdays chains have broken in two
Plantation boy
The new move is growing
Reaching the hills, the valleys and you
Plantation boy
Plantation boy
Plantation boy
Plantation boy
Wherever you may go
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
Reaching the hills and the valleys and you...
song performed by by Boney M.
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Royal Family
Royal parents,
Royal birth,
Royal relationship,
Royal love,
Royal wedding,
Royal pregnancy,
Royal child,
Royal family;
Roya, loyal! !
The lineage,
The history,
The heritage;
Nancy, pregnancy!
Line, lineage;
And, you still have her in your heart.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Citizenship consists in the service of the country.
quote by Jawaharlal Nehru
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Is it unreasonable to have proof of citizenship when entering another country?
quote by Gwen Ifill
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The test of good citizenship is loyalty to country.
quote by Bainbridge Colby
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From the Banks of Ganga XII
I've seen
The line erasing
Between the sea and the sky
By the banks of Gangsa
I now see
The deceptive lines
Between the hills and the sky
Diluting…
In my hearts archives
The imaginary lines too
Faded…
The hills looked clouds
And the flickering lights atop
Twinkling stars
I look up in perplexity
The skyline disappeared
The lines you drew around my feet
And yours as well
Have also been washed away
In that dark flow…
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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