We're failing our children with education, we're failing our environment.
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Poverty-II
Satiated, desiring but not having enough food to offer some, is also poverty,
Sheltered, wishing, but failing to accommodate a guest, is also poverty,
Treated, prescribed, but unable to effort better treatment is also poverty,
Clothed, requiring but can't afford sufficient to meet the need is also poverty,
Educating, meritorious, but failing to provide better education is also poverty,
Social, invited but avoiding a ceremony to avoid buying a gift is also poverty,
Celebration, aspiring but fearing expenses not celebrating is also poverty,
Friend in distress, desiring but incompetent to help a friend is also poverty,
oppressed, rights denied, deciding but failing to buy justice is also poverty,
Time elapsed but not repaying debts for not having money is also poverty.
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posted on 31-07-2008
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poem by Palas kumar Ray
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Failing
I'm trying my hardest to stay happy
I'm trying my hardest, I swear I am
But I fear that I'm failing
And this, I don't want you to notice
I'm trying to hide it
But I don't know if I can
I don't want you to know
that I'm failing
I don't want you to know
that I can't seem to stay happy
I want to be happy, for you
I want to show that I can be happy
And, I guess..maybe I just want
you to be proud of me
So I'll keep trying
But I fear I'm failing
poem by Mathew Brogan
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But to me the bottom line is the more education you can give yourself, and the more preparation you can do, the less chance of failing.
quote by Stuart Pearce
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Failing Hearts (Collaboration with Miranda Mabuto)
Beats nolonger sync
Love boat is beginning to sink,
The rhyme now hard to decode,
The rhythm now discord,
This is the song of failing hearts
The stars are fading out, im seeing
The light I cant see anymore, glistening
I can get the fine sound, im listening
Do you care now, do you know how?
Please let me go, let me be
Let me be me
Let me be free
Release me for another lover,
Let me find my happily ever after,
Let the failing hearts fail,
Let me leave you, let me
Your sad look wont move me anymore,
Your mad move pushed me furthermore,
You and I, me and you,
A history, a shadow, a memory
The rhyme nolonger a hit, but just a song
Nolonger a fine tune, the hearts are failing
The sun is setting with us,
When it rises, it wont rise with us,
When its dawn, we will be done,
The satisfaction of the faded lights,
The joy�of the disjointed parts,
A history of the failing hearts
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Just Emote...
a poet without talent
forgive him
for just being himself
forgive me
but we are all poets in some sense
a fly trapped inside
your hand wanting to be free
a bird in a cage
singing
a leaf falling and falling
and falling
eyesight failing and failing
and failing
and old woman on a
swinging
chair with no one caring
for her
a Japanese kid waiting
for help sitting beside
the ruble
a bird alone on a
telephone cable
sands on the shore and
the sea
a boy lost in the marketplace
a mother still searching
the silent crowd in the mall
always window shopping
we may have no talent
but we are expressing feelings
we are writing simply
by what we see....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I think that comedy really tells you how it is. The other thing about comedy is that - you don't even know if you're failing in drama, but you do know when you're failing in comedy. When you go to a comedy and you don't hear anybody laughing, you know that you've failed.
quote by Carl Reiner
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Walking On A Wire
i'm the one you've been hanging 'round
just stop hearing any sound
found you face down on the ground
found a friend never could be found
i've been waiting around
systems failing now
on your honor so i hear
it's never been your fault you swear
is the union based on fear?
tenement of tears
i've been waiting
systems failing
walking on a wire on the ground
is this all your world tonight?
is this all your world tonight?
have to tell a lie
to avoid a brutal fight
i've been waiting
systems failing
walking on a wire on the ground
song performed by by Get Up Kids from On A Wire
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_-Failing...Is Losing-_
Staying down is failing,
Failing is losing
Losing is a part of life…
But if there’s nothing else there
And you’re forced into despair
Why even try
When in the end we all die?
Why try to prove people wrong
When you know that there right,
Why try to stay in the battle
When you know you’ll lose the fight?
Why try to make a difference
Why even care,
When you’re left with only failure
And the sent of despair.
poem by No Reason To Care
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Be realistic to your heirs
Your children might fail you.
They are your extensions.
You should not disown them.
Don't you keep your failing organs?
01.05.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love Appreciation For All?
the penalty factor
in failing life's lessons
must bottom out at
suicide not
death
by misadventure
nice social terminology
life as 'the rat race'
'in a dog eat dog world'
education sports arts employment
normally acclaims only top achievers
leaves so many running on empty
'Why do we not teach children
happiness life survival skills
along with their basic ABCs? '
Why do we not teach
love appreciation
for all human beings?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Growing Old Is Failing At More And More Small Things
GROWING OLD IS FAILING AT MORE AND MORE SMALL THINGS
Growing old is failing at more and more small things
It is losing power after power.
Diminished
And growing less and less
Down and down
An old man tries to sing
But even his voice is no more than
A cracked- filled silence.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Any woman can consume.
No woman to a man is failing.
As matter to fire is not failing..
Some, like petrol, catch instantly.
Some, like wood, catch in time.
Some, like coal, do with time.
Some, like iron, at least, rust.
Petrol to metal, a woman can be.
Time given, no love is unborn.
No love is out of burning.
21.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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All I Am
Just when you need it
Never see it in your torn world
And seems like a plastic world
One just like you, one just like...
All I am is all i'll be
Can't be much more than me
A deep-end failing tragedy
All I am is all I'll be.
Broke, believe it, decieving
In your world
And I knew him, someone falling
One just like you, one just like...
All I am is all i'll be
Can't be much more than me
A deep-end failing tragedy
All I am is all I'll be
Take inside and be more careful
Defeat loss and glare at fall
To get you off where I'm going...
Following all down
Follow it all down
So i've got you wrapped up...inside
So I've got you...inside
And plastic world, crumbles down...
One just like you...just like.
All I am is all I'll be
Can't be much more than me
A deep-end failing tragedy
All I am
Take inside and be more careful
Defeat loss and glare at fall
To get you off where I'm going
Following all down
song performed by by 36 Crazyfists
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The Age Cannot Dry The Sexual Taste..
Sexual thoughts excite the brain,
Which stimulates sexual organs,
Which activate sexual glands.
Lust is felt all the three stages.
Organs failing, glands can act.
One can still feel about sex.
Glands failing, brain can act.
One can still feel about sex.
No wonder, men and women
Past seventy or eighty,
Are turned on by persons
Direct or in photos or screens.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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By failing seriously to confront the most predicable economic crisis in our nation's history, the President's policies are committing us and our children to a diminished future.
Bide A Wee
'The puir auld folk at home, ye mind,
Are frail and failing sair;
And weel I ken they'd miss me, lad,
Gin I come hame nae mair.
The grist is out, the times are hard,
The kine are only three;
I canna leave the auld folk now.
We'd better bide a wee.
'I fear me sair they're failing baith;
For when I sit apart,
They talk o' Heaven so earnestly,
It well nigh breaks my heart.
So, laddie, dinna urge me now,
It surely winna be;
I canna leave the auld folk yet.
We'd better bide a wee.'
poem by Louisa May Alcott
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An attempt to understand spirituality
An attempt to understand spirituality
The term “spirit” could mean
The soul that gives life to your body
And keeps it alive and active
The term could also mean
The spark or inspiration
That keeps you enthused
And help you stay active,
Creative and contribute
Spirituality may mean
Understanding the former or
Keeping the latter
Nourished and nurtured
Oriental scriptures do not
See the former separate
According to these scriptures
The soul is always
In association with the
Natural environment,
The body (where it is housed)
With a set of physical and emotional qualities
Designed by the nature
And in link with the super soul, the God
All religions, in some way
Or the other
Aim at understanding the spirit
Its stance in the middle of natural environment
And its link with the super soul
All rituals aid in this understanding.
So, spirituality can be the outcome
Of the combination of the terms
“Spirit” and “rituality”
The message is clear
Keep always linking the understanding
Of the spirit with rituals and
Thus become spiritual
Stay not just ritual
Nurturing the spark of
Your enthusiasm is the other way
Of your being in the spiritual path
How to go about
Realizing your desires keeps
You enthusiastic
If the desires are selfish
And thoroughly materialistic,
Though you get initially enthused on achieving them,
You get frustrated and exhausted
On either others’ better progresses
Or your failing short of your own scales
If the chase is after
Selfless and altruistic ends
Your spirit of enthusiasm
Never dies and it keeps its glow
In fact, enhances it
As while on that chase
You do not see others
And you mind not failing
What nourishes your spirit
Is the effort and
Not the results thereof
You choose the spiritual path of your liking
Understanding the soul or
Upkeeping your enthusiastic selfless efforts
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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A Tumult of Water
Water seeks a simple path, thoughtless
lines in the softer ground, a rushing
tumult of water and stones breaking
downwards and creating the face
of the drowning man, someone like this,
a to-be-ended, a lost, a water smacker
liquid runner, a dancer failing to bend
his feet to the moving ground, an unholy wetness
a face forced into a liquid laugh, no answer,
the shock of an obscene ballet
failing to contradict the rain and the salt
and the waves stopless and stopless.
poem by Leslie Philibert
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Still Right For Me
Facing painful truths without getting
upset: we are taught youth should
last forever, an ideal to be achieved
through botox, hormone replacement
therapy and plastic surgery; but just
as I never succumbed to make-up,
I‘m failing in my duty to stay young
It is your right to be angry with me
for not being younger in an age of
increasing sex appeal, we're taught
to believe in physical performance
only, females are expected to fulfil
male fantasies based on artificial
acting in adult movies - therefore
You're right to blame me for being
a failure; I never became the siren
you were taught to dream of - BUT
I am joyful knowing you were just
right for me, the romance shared
was perfect- I'm sorry you were
upset when I told you this, sorry
That you feel I'm failing you today
because you are still right for me
and will always be…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Wasteland (Life Poem)
Trying and failing in a wasteland of work
To get the space, to think and to live in the
Moment, which we are supposed to do,
If we are to be happy in this life, instead
Of the next, which becomes more likely,
As the trying fails and the failures mount.
Nothing is important enough to let this
Happen, and giving up is not going to work,
Unless you intend to spend you eternity,
With a hell of a racket from those harps
In the clouds, which will inevitably drive,
You madder than mad for ever and ever.
Failing to fail in a wasteland of life
You get the space, to think and live in the
Moment, which we are supposed to do,
And the prospect of a hell with harps,
Is replaced with moments that multiply,
To a love of this life instead of the next.
poem by Ian Beckett
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