I don't fit into the mold of the NBA man, and I think I've been punished financially for it.
quote by Dennis Rodman
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Financially, I've lost money and made money, but I know my way around financially.
quote by Jack Nicholson
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Carpenter By Trade
His future had been laid- for he was a carpenter by trade.
Just as a carpenter can mold anything out of wood
He could mold mans hearts and souls into good.
He would mold mans hearts with accurate precision
For this was his fathers decision.
He came to mold all the hearts of mankind
And open the eyes of the blind.
The world would come to know him as the king of kings
And see all the love that he would bring.
Throughout the centuries it will be told
He is the master craftsman of the heart and soul.
Now when we feel a tingle of sensation
And a wanting to get more of inspiration
Look for the craftsman who could mold
The hearts and souls of man
To give you a helping hand.
when he made the heart of man
He left a corner deep within
Where the love for him can forever grow
And his love you could show.
Let all who know you - know this carpenter man
Who from evil he took his stand.
He has entered in you to mold you from the inside out
So you would know what loves about.
poem by Louis Rams
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The weak rulers
The sword that is fought with
Will not be punished.
The force that is ruled with
Will not be punished.
Rather they are patronized.
The weak rulers lean on them.
02.05.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You have to create a track record of breaking your own mold, or at least other people's idea of that mold.
quote by William Hurt
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As somebody once said, we're not punished for our sins, we're punished by them.
quote by Hugh Leonard
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What To Do
you get a handful of mud
put a little rain
and then you begin shaping
a face
carefully you put some
tenderness
sculpting forgiveness
you mold your vision
of integrity
you stop for a while
and contemplate on what is
it that is missing
your heart is heavy
it is filled with the burden
of love
you pour love
more of it like a basin
of water
the mold is so thirsty
until
it is finally broken
your hands after the
error
must begin again
to shape the mold
of regrets
until love reassembles
your face
a beautiful face so full of
hope &
courage
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Make your mold. The best flux in the world will not make a usable shape unless you have a mold to pour it in.
quote by Robert Collier
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There Will Never Be Another
There will never be another
Who will love me like you.
There will never be another
Who could hold me, mold me.
There will never be another
Who could love me purely.
No, there will never be another
Who has loved me like you.
And I know that there will never be another love
Who could ever be the love that you are.
cause you had so much to lose, but still you gave it up
For your scars.
But thats the way you are.
And if I spent my life attending universities,
Educated in the wisdom of men,
And if I could even quote a guy like socrates,
Even then,
I couldnt comprehend
That there will never be another
Who will love me like you.
There will never be another
Who could hold me, mold me.
There will never be another
Who could love me purely.
No, there will never be another
Who has loved me like you.
And I know Ill never understand the mystery
If I live to be a hundred and three,
How you died to live the love you give to me.
That there will never be another
Who will love me like you.
There will never be another
Who could hold me, mold me.
There will never be another
Who could love me purely.
No, there will never be another
Who has loved me like you.
There will never be another
Who has loved me like you.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Grounded!
I saw the report card you brought home from work!
Punished! You're punished! You drive me berserk!
No Internet surfing! Here's my decision...
No cell phone use and no television!
Just go to your room and don't make me shout!
Go straight to your room and do not come out!
No car for a month, so give me the key!
Stop pouting this instant! I'm counting to three!
Don't disobey me! Why must you be bad?
Why can't you just be a good little Dad?
Grounded! You're grounded! You know what you did!
Hey, how does it feel, Dad, being the kid? ? ?
poem by ToddMichael St. Pierre
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Rondeau
Fleas, stink, pigs, mold,
The gist of the Bohemian soul,
Bread and salted fish and cold.
Leeks, and cabbage three days old,
Smoked meat, as hard and black as coal;
Fleas, stink, pigs, mold.
Twenty eating from one bowl,
A bitter drink -it's beer, I'm told-
Bad sleep on a straw in some filthy hole,
Fleas, stink, pigs, mold,
The gist of the Bohemian soul,
Bread and salted fish and cold.
poem by Eustache Deschamps
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Preacher's Son
I can't help it girl, I'm the preacher's son
I must live for peace till the day is done
But I will never let you go
Once I have got you in my hold
I'm gonna mold ya into something that I like
I can't change my ways, I'm a puppet's fool
If you need a fix, then I'll be your tool
But I will never let you go
Once I have got you in my hold
I'm gonna mold ya into something that I like
Always take me back
Falling off the track
Always, I'm on fire to be with you tonight and make your body come
I can't be someone that you wish I was
Just a tag a long, like you too because
But I will never let you go
Once I have got you in my hold
I'm gonna mold ya into something that I like
Always take me back
Falling off the track
Always, I'm on fire to be with you tonight and make your body come
I can't be someone that you wish I was
Just a tag a long, like you too because
But I will never let you go
Once I have got you in my hold
I'm gonna mold ya into something that I like
Always take me back
Falling off the track
Always, I'm on fire to be with you tonight and make your body come
I can't help it girl
song performed by by Weezer
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Punished
Approachable...
Liked.
Giving with care,
With an excitement that invites!
Loving and sensitive...
A natural delight!
Nice to hold,
When someone's there...
To plant a missed fruited kiss,
On lips licked and prepared!
Honest
Empathetic
Communicative and innovative.
Wanting someone...
To repossess a love,
Tossed and thrown away!
Vulnerable to a fault...
Naïve in fact,
In a circumspect way!
When it comes to desire,
That comes to tease and stay...
With temptations fired up
And impulsive decisions come to betray!
Returning a punished cycle,
To experience with the same display!
Torment
Grief
Endless nights...
With no sleep or relief to release.
As quarreling fights ignite thoughts
In a punished cycle beginning to spin
From daylight to dusk!
Straying to affect again...
Those churning,
Mixed and collected emotions!
Punished by the notion of devotion!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bitter Sweet Symphony
Cos its a bittersweet symphony this life...
cause its a bittersweet symphony, this life
Trying to make ends meet , youre a slave to the money then you die.
Try to make ends meet
Ill take you down the only road Ive ever been down...
Youre a slave to money then you die
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the pain lives , yeah.
Ill take you down the only road Ive ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places
No change, I can change, I can change, I can change,
Where all the veins meet yeah,
But Im here in my mould , I am here in my mould.
But Im a million different people from one day to the next...
No change, I can change
I cant change my mould , no,no,no,no,no,no,no
I can change, I can change
But Im here in my mold
Well I never pray,
I am here in my mold
But tonight Im on my knees, yeah.
But Im a million different people
I need to hear some sounds that recognise the pain in me, yeah.
From one day to the next
I let the melody shine, let it cleanze my mind , I feel free now.
I cant change my mold
But the airwaves are clean and theres nobody singing to me now.
No, no, no, no, no
No change, I can change, I can change, I can change,
Well I never pray
But Im here in my mould , I am here in my mould.
But tonight Im on my knees yeah
And Im a million different people from one day to the next
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah
I cant change my mould, no,no,no,no,no,no,no
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now
But the airways are clean and theres nobody singing to me now
(well have you ever been down? )
(I can change, I can change...)
No change, I can change
I can change, I can change
Cos its a bittersweet symphony this life.
But Im here in my mold
Trying to make ends meet, trying to find some money then you die.
I am here in my mold
You know I can change, I can change, I can change,
And Im a million different people
But Im here in my mould, I am here in my mould.
From one day to the next
And Im a million different people from one day to the next.
I cant change my mold
I cant change my mould, no,no,no,no,no,no,no
No, no, no, no, no
I cant change
(Ill take you down the only road Ive ever been down)
I cant change
(Ill take you down the only road Ive ever been down)
(it justs sex and violence melody and silence)
cause its a bittersweet symphony, this life
(been down)
Try to make ends meet
(ever been down)
Try to find some money then you die
(ever been down)
Ill take you down the only road Ive ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places
Where all the things meet yeah
You know I can change, I can change
I can change, I can change
But Im here in my mold
I am here in my mold
And Im a million different people
From one day to the next
I cant change my mold
No, no, no, no, no
I cant change my mold
No, no, no, no, no,
I cant change
Cant change my body,
No, no, no
Ill take you down the only road Ive ever been down
Ill take you down the only road Ive ever been down
Been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
Have you ever been down?
Have youve ever been down?
song performed by by Verve
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Police brutality..
Beat them not in the lock up,
Beat them not in the custody,
Punch them not in the stomach,
smash them not on the head.
Beat them not for they are colored,
beat them not for they are feared,
abuse them not as they are deprived,
corner them not as they seem to be suspicious.
Brutality at police custody,
is illegally approved offense.
Hundreds died and thousand live,
with the damages caused in custody.
Who can be charged for the invisible wounds,
in the soft abdomen and hard skull?
Hard core criminals are hard to deal,
but why the 'suspect' has to be punished,
before the judgement?
Do not beat them in the lock up,
and inflict life long injury to check up.
Reason for writing this poem.
Police Brutality is rampant in many parts of the world. The internal injuries caused during such atrocities, have made many human almost invalid and forced them to suffer in silence. The law should be passed to protect and help the victims at least financially, if the abuse is proven.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Bergen
Thoughts in anguished minds were bleeding,
a kerosene lamp illuminated the burden;
darkened were the few flowers of Bergen,
like the unfit hopes of defective pleading.
She was a prisoner behind labor camp walls
where innocence was defeated by horror,
human values were punished by an evil juror,
with blind thirst to obliterate weak thralls.
Darkened was the plaintive scene of death
a mortal's funeral was his devoid salvation,
heavenly and unreal pastures of negation,
each visioned, with feverish mental health.
She appeared above Bergen's hellish dome,
of frau Wahnsinn, amidst cold grayness;
sorrow suffocated breaths as the emptiness,
crushed on our chests like a stone tomb.
........................
Above the crematories flies my sable soul,
with my elegiac wings I 'll offer freedom,
to souls beloved of flowers and birthdom,
in Bergen concentration of purgatory mold.
Above the crematories flies her innocence;
pansies grow tentative in cement cracks,
while death shameless leads souls on tracks,
where eternal funerals mournful commence.
With odd wings of lead I shall reciprocate.
his baleful trip as he misled you yesterday,
above the crematory smog flies your birthday,
With pansies of gray mold we 'll celebrate.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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You will not be punished for your anger, you will be punished by your anger.
Bothered
Take everything I want to,
Break down everytime Im told to,
You steal every line I cling to,
And find out ever lie Ive told you.
And so you want to help me,
Rushing in my state,
So you wanna help me.
And losing all my time.
So you wanna know me.
I step aside my hate,
Who said you ever told me?
You lie, you lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, yeah.
A puppet in my hand Ill hold you,
Strung out on the lines I sold you,
And boterhed by the time I reach you,
Stepped in, by time, I fall.
And still you want to mold me,
Rushing in my state,
So you wanna mold me.
And losing all my time.
So you wanna know me.
I step aside my hate,
Who said you ever told me?
Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, yeah.
You lie yeah.
So you wanna know me,
You lie yeah.
So you wanna mold me,
You lie,
Who said you ever told me?
You lie...
song performed by by Candlebox
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If you want to rear financial blessings, you have to sow financially.
quote by Joel Osteen
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A punishment in the act of play
A Higher Authority has punished him for stealing the Rainbow
And pawned in a Harem.
After sometimes punished him again
Because he has redeemed and replaced it in a better sky.
He remained as a poet in the entire drama
Until the last scene.
* Darling! How do we grab the Life with three pennies?
A miniature gift for my beloved spouse on our 37th Wedding Anniversary falls today.Thank our Lord, We still breathe and struggle on the quicksand as usual.
We watch ourselves in the mirror and the gray hair tells; 'Still remember your juvenile faces.' And I found a teardropp gathers in her small eye.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Part of your heritage in this society is the opportunity to become financially independent.