I am now going from a prison to a palace: I have finished my work, and am now going to receive my wages.
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Worshipers fear the God
God men preach for wages.
Psalm singers sing for wages.
Shrines keepers work for wages.
Worshipers give them wages
And fear God more than they do.
17.07.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Man Or Machine
Auto, bus, walking and sweating dermis,
somehow on time I reach my office.
work needs to be finished on time so I sit infront of computer.
breakfast time, toast, butter and tea glass,
hurriedly I eat, unaware it may appear boorish and crass.
work needs to be finished on time so I sit infront of computer.
lunch time, dosa containing rice, dal and yeast,
the way I eat can put to shame any wild beast.
work needs to be finished on time so I sit infront of computer.
till evening, I am tired, drowsy and dozy
but I skip the plan to go outside to have some tea.
work needs to be finished on time so I sit infront of computer.
My head aches, my eye burns
but I continue work amidst yawns.
work needs to be finished on time so I sit infront of computer.
Just before logout, I work with great pace,
with time I contest, compete and race.
work needs to be finished on time so a computer sits infront of computer.
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poem by Md. Asadullah
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A great free joy surges through me when I work... with tense slashes and a few thrusts the beautiful white fields receive their color and the work is finished in a few minutes.
quote by Clyfford Still
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It's amazing to me that, in the 42 years since President Kennedy signed the Equal Pay Act into law, women today still receive fewer wages than men for the same work.
quote by Mike Honda
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Once Saved Always Saved
Once saved, always saved, upon His Palm we are engraved,
Engraved within God’s Hand, in The Lord, we take our stand,
All given by The Father God, to The Son with an Eternal nod,
For all those who do believe, Eternal assurance they receive.
Grafted into God’s Family Tree, becoming members eternally,
Eternal members of God’s family, by His Grace from Calvary,
Family through His Grace alone, through no effort of our own,
Except, for our faith in Him, Christ, who saved us from all sin.
It is all by Grace, not of works, that we’ll receive eternal perks,
An Eternal Life with reward, from the Grace of Christ our Lord,
His Grace of Eternal endurance, from which we get assurance,
In the finished work of Christ, who alone paid the eternal price.
If it’s by Grace it’s not of us, but, of the One in whom we trust,
The finished work of The Son, finished at Calvary for everyone,
All fully covered by His Blood, Grace afforded by God’s Love,
Grace which offers full salvation, not to some but every nation.
Complete salvation by God’s plan, fully in Christ, to every man,
After we come to faith in the Lord, salvation by God is secured,
We can’t be taken from God’s hand, Christ helps us understand,
So when in Christ you truly believe, Eternal Security you receive.
(Copyright ©05/2009)
Simplicity Of The Gospel
Friend it's so easy to receive, when God's Truth you believe,
Saving Grace from our Lord, when His Salvation is implored,
As you truly believe in your heart, The Spirit, God will impart,
Sending the Holy Spirit of Christ, when The Lord saves a life.
As the jailer had asked Paul, what shall I do to save my soul?
Believe on The Lord to be saved, this is what Paul had raved,
Saying nothing more, to that one, but, believe on God's Son,
Who, finished all for you and me, upon that Cross of Calvary.
God finished salvation for us, through The Lord, Christ Jesus,
"It is finished" was His cry, completing salvation for you and I,
Our only work is to believe, with this, salvation we will receive,
Through our simple act of faith, we are saved by God's Grace.
Like the thief upon the cross, being one filled with sin's dross,
He said to Christ, remember me, next to The Cross of Calvary,
Christ knowing He paid the price, He, referred him to Paradise,
He said today you'll be with me, as He was pointing to eternity.
Calvary's Cross is God's only way, to receive Salvation today,
Righteousness credit by "I AM", base on his faith, to Abraham,
Is the Righteousness we receive, when, in The Lord we believe,
It's all about God's Saving Grace, simply received by our faith.
(Copyright ©04/2012)
The Severe Changes Being Made
How severe are the changes today being made?
Remember when people who committed crimes,
Were locked away and sent to prison?
One not equipped to provide those incarcerated,
With the best of technology.
Well...
Today,
People are committing crimes to be sent to prison,
To enable them to learn a trade to qualify...
For a decent job that pays higher wages.
And those attempting to live decent lives are penalized,
By paying higher taxes on lowered wages paid.
While those severe changes being made,
Are as clear for all to see...
To believe in.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Painted House Is Like A Poem.
In a way-A house painter is like a poet...
The house painter or average person just might not know it.
A lot of cleaning, sanding and preparation of the surface takes care and time...
Compositions, editing and thought polishes the rhyme.
When finished, they both are a work of art...
A lot of sweat and work is done by the artist's own part.
In the end, a finished polished piece...
Makes the artist, happy and at peace.
The work is finally done...
What hard work, finished-Now
feelings of enjoyed fun.
poem by Michael Gale
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Wages Of Sin
When we fight and I wanna talk it out
You wont say nothing, nothing at all
You just sit there, you wont open that pretty mouth
I think you like keeping my back up against the wall
Wages of sin, you keep me paying
Wages of sin for wrongs that Ive done
Wages of sin, you keep me paying
Wages of sin, one by one
I walk in the apartment, theres clothes thrown all over the place
Youre crouched in the corner with makeup running down your face
I dont wanna believe what my heart keeps saying
You keep me on the line so you can keep me paying
Wages of sin, we keep paying
Wages of sin for the wrongs that weve done
Wages of sin, we keep paying
Wages of sin, thats how we have our fun
I remember when I was a little boy out where the cottonwoods grow tall
Trying to make it home through the forest before the darkness falls
Baby all the sounds I heard, even if they werent real
I was running down that broken path with the devil snapping at my heels
I tried so hard, so hard in every way
Swore someday Id grow up, just throw it all away
Cried all the tears, baby, that I could cry
Stomached all my fears till they came rushin up inside
Darlin Im losin and its a mean game
Still I play on and on just the same
Wages of sin, I keep paying
Wages of sin for some wrong that Ive done
Wages of sin, well I keep paying
Wages of sin, one by one
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Epistle iii
What if the notions of leisure
and entertainment were defunct?
Celibacy, vegetarianism, tee-totality-
the Shavian trilogy, our game:
we'd certainly get more plays written.
In the new republic
the only sin will be to fail to see
that everything's just a point in a spectrum:
male-female; birth-death; darkness-light;
and the value traditionally given each point
a vestige: silly, feudal, invalid, agricultural,
and that we needn't work.
'No', say the 1%,
you must work and whelp!
the wages of wages are....more wages-
happiness consists in the accumulation of goods!
Happiness means-
(don't tell us, we'll tell you)
more soldiers. More workers.
The more of them, the cheaper the labor for us,
the more dependent, the more depleted you get
and the richer we get-
a good thing, no?
poem by Morgan Michaels
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God's Grace And Mercy
God’s Grace and Mercy work hand in hand in Christ, who came to serve,
It is because of His Mercy, we do not receive what we truly deserve.
And it’s by God’s Grace; we do receive what we do not truly deserve.
This eternal message of Hope is to be preached until all have heard.
Our fallen nature deep within, creates a propensity for all to sin,
The effect from all our sin has been a filling of God’s indignation.
And what we deserve because of sin is God’s Righteous Condemnation.
All because God is Pure within and can not coexist with wicked sin.
Sin has a price that must be paid and our sins on Christ were laid,
The wages of sin is death my friend and this was Jesus’ earthly end.
God prepared a body for Him so Christ could die to take away our sin.
He who had no sin was made sin for us and then He died on the cross.
With an impossible task for us to face, God sent to us Saving Grace,
With man facing eternal death Jesus spoke this with His dying breath,
“It is finished! ” As He served a dying world what we didn’t deserve,
He came into this world of strife so that we could gain Eternal Life.
Jesus did not deserve to die, but my friend, He did it for you and I.
He left a Majestic Throne on high coming to earth so we wouldn’t die.
Becoming a curse for you and me, Christ pardoned our sin at Calvary,
And only through Him can we live in Heaven with God through Eternity.
Work!
Work or no luck
If you don't have work
You get killed sitting still
Work or no luck
If you have too much work
You get killed struggling still
Work or no luck
If you finish fast
You get killed killing time
Work or no luck
If you don't finish on time
You get finished on time
Work or no luck
If you do well
You get recognized well
Work or no luck
If you do not do well
You get the pink paper wall
Work or no luck
If you are organized
You finish it on time
Work or no luck
If you are disorganized
You get finished on time
Work or no luck
If you are interested
Toughest becomes easy
Work or no luck
If you are not interested
Easiest thing becomes toughest
Work or no luck
If you are carving
You keep doing it great
Work or no luck
If you are not carving
You keep doing it a trait
Work or no luck
If you have work
You have luck
Work or no luck
If you have work
Still nothing to do
You have no luck
That's the fate of
Work or luck! ! ! !
poem by Umasree Raghunath
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Born In A Prison
Were born in a prison, raised in a prison,
Sent to a prison called school.
We cry in a prison, we love in a prison,
We dream in a prison like fools.
Wood becomes a flute when its loved,
Reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
We live with no reason, kicked round for no reason,
Thrown out without reason like tools.
We work in a prison and hate in a prison,
And die in a prison as a rule.
Wood becomes a flute when its loved,
Reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
We live in a prison mong judges and wardens
And wait for no reason for you.
We laugh in a prison, go through all four seasons,
And die with no vision of truth.
Wood becomes a flute when its loved,
Reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
Born in a prison!
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
Born in a prison!
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
Born in a prison!
Born in a prison!
Born in a prison!
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
Born in a prison!
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Born In A Prison
Were born in a prison, raised in a prison,
Sent to a prison called school.
We cry in a prison, we love in a prison,
We dream in a prison like fools.
Wood becomes a flute when its loved,
Reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
We live with no reason, kicked round for no reason,
Thrown out without reason like tools.
We work in a prison and hate in a prison,
And die in a prison as a rule.
Wood becomes a flute when its loved,
Reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
We live in a prison mong judges and wardens
And wait for no reason for you.
We laugh in a prison, go through all four seasons,
And die with no vision of truth.
Wood becomes a flute when its loved,
Reach for yourself and your battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when its broken,
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate.
Born in a prison!
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
Born in a prison!
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
Born in a prison!
Born in a prison!
Born in a prison!
(born in a prison!)
(born in a prison!)
Born in a prison!
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Faith In Christ Alone
Faith in which many do believe, by its own teachings will deceive,
The very ones it’s meant to reach, through the error it does teach,
Teachings that by errors depart, from the Truths Christ did impart,
Truths which would set men free, who were in bondage religiously.
They may have belief like us, but, their belief has misplaced trust,
A belief that adds to the cross, which leads them to spiritual loss,
Denying God’s finished work for all, will result in their spiritual fall,
A fall from saving Grace, as His finished work they don’t embrace.
Christ said it is finished on that day, paving for all God’s only way,
When men place trust, solely in Him, Christ alone, who died for sin.
And only Christ, and Him alone, was exalted to the Fathers Throne,
The only High Priest, over those, who believe in The Son who rose.
Religion leaves its noticeable trace, of the Truth which we embrace,
But it adds to the work of Christ, which alone, grants us eternal life.
Christ is all that we must believe, and then His Spirit we will receive,
To guide believers in God’s Truth, with New Life, in Christ, as proof.
We’ve no concern we must be, purged before entering into eternity,
As our penalty for sin was paid, when all our sin on Christ was laid,
Paying the full and eternal price, when He became God’s Sacrifice,
And by faith in Jesus Christ alone, we’ll enter into our eternal home.
(Copyright ©04/2008)
Wages
He or she who reaps receive wages,
So sow in tears and reap in joy!
For many around you are born out of fornication.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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No business which depends for its existence on paying less than living wages to its workers has any right to continue in this country. By living wages I mean more than a bare subsistence level--I mean the wages of decent living.
quote by Franklin Delano Roosevelt
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Beginning In The Heart
Salvation begins in the heart first, despite how well you’re versed,
In the Eternal Word of God, you must answer with a heartfelt nod;
Before you confess with your lips, The Truth is what a heart grips,
For with your heart you’re justified, by The Lord, Who for us died.
With the mouth confession’s made, to Truth on a heart, that’s laid,
God’s Truth that can’t be ignored, that God raised Christ our Lord;
Although He died, in your stead, God raised Christ from the dead,
Though spiritually we are depraved, with confession we are saved.
When in our heart we truly believe, God’s Salvation we will receive,
Saved from His penalty for sin, through that finished work by Him,
The finished work of Jesus Christ, Who died to give us eternal life,
With His salvation you’re assured, sealed by the Spirit of The Lord,
Though we were a spiritual mess, The Lord’s Salvation we confess,
When God’s Spirit brings to light, God redeemed us from the night,
We confess as Lord, Christ Jesus, Who died and rose for all of us,
Now in His Salvation we rejoice, praising God, with heart and voice.
When in our Lord we now abide, His Salvation Truth we cannot hide,
Remembering that it is our duty too, to voice Truth to folks like you,
Men who have yet not believed, lest by Satan they will be deceived,
Instead you can confess Jesus Christ, and too, receive Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©03/2011)
The Teachers Are Afraid Of The Pupils
Theres too many people
Planning your downfall
When your spirits on trial
These nights can be frightening
Sleep transports sadness
To some other mid-brain
And somebody here
Will not be here next year
So you stand by the board
Full of fear and intention
And, if you think that theyre listening
Well, youve got to be joking
Oh, you understand change
And you think its essential
But when your profession
Is humiliation
Say the wrong word to our children ...
Well have you, oh yes, well have you
Lay a hand on our children
And its never too late to have you
Mucus on your collar
A nail up through the staff chair
A blade in your soap
And you cry into your pillow
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
Say the wrong word to our children ...
Well have you, oh yes, well have you
Lay a hand on our children
And its never too late to have you
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
Im very glad the spring has come
The sun shines out so bright
All the birds that are on the trees
Are singing for delight
song performed by by Morrissey
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What If I Took The Time?
what if i took the time
to name every star,
every grain of sand,
even the deserted web
blown by the wind!
every unwanted child,
every family made refugees
by war, or by poverty.
every angry kid on the streets,
every forgotten man in prison.
would my work be finished?
what if i took the time
to wipe away every tear,
to clean the wounds of the wretched,
to fill the bowls of the hungry...
to touch the untouchables,
to free those in chains...
would my work be over?
what if i took the time
to forgive the unforgiven,
to love the unlovable,
to accept people as they are...
to embrace the gods and the questions,
to stand up for doubt...
would i be done?
what if i took the time...
and gave it to you!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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