It is difficult to discriminate the voice of truth from amid the clamor raised by heated partisans.
quote by Friedrich Schiller
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Must you fall a prey?
The disease does not discriminate us
Nor does the tragedy in its attack.
Must we discriminate t to fight them?
If so, you too may fall a prey to them.
13.12.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Prejudice
Prejudice is the cause
For the hatred and discriminate killings.
Prejudice is the same cause
For the passion and discriminate rsquings.
Can you dispense with them?
06.03.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Jealous Admiration
People clamor for truth and honesty,
Love and committment...
Loyality and devotion!
And when it is served,
With a realization their participation is required...
They turn their backs,
Claiming it is too tough to chew!
Each time a choice selection is tasted...
They become upset with the presentation,
Returning what has been ordered
To their specifications...
Time and time again!
They do not comprehend...
The more difficult they are with their desires,
Wishing to be pleased.
The less anyone is willing to care,
Whether that is done or not!
Eventually they are just left alone,
To complain about what is not right with the world,
And the lives of others they secretly despise
With jealous admiration!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poetry Doesn't Discriminate
Poetry doesn't
discriminate
it doesn't
see black or
white it just
sees someone
who writes
or express themselves
in unique way
that's why I likeit
and that's why I
love it you can be
6 or you can be
60 it doesn't matter
as along as you express
yourself in a unique
way and get your
point across see
like every thing else
poetry has rules but
some people break
these traditional rules
and instead of
poetry discriminating
It's okay with it and that's
why I love it and that's
why I like, poetry
doesn't discriminate
you could write any
way you want to
and that's why I love
it and that's why I like
because poetry doesn't
discriminate.
poem by Perry Williams
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Cracked Up Passion
Cracked dry lips,
Clinging to each other.
Fiercely
where two couple of curious hands
roam all around
two heated bodies.
Heated feelings, heated passion.
Passion to know,
Passion to discover,
To explore,
To take and give pleasure,
To be loved
and to love.
poem by Tulay Beyhan
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What's so difficult...
What's so difficult,
About the word,
No.
What's so difficult,
About our,
Relationship.
What's so difficult,
About,
Us.
What's so difficult,
About the words,
Stay away.
What's so difficult,
About,
Don't talk to me.
What's so difficult...
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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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 Truth
Nothing but the truth
I stand by the truth
The truth is my portion
And my salvation
So do not believe in illusion
Face reality and act positively
For how you feel
Is different from what is going on
Blaspheming and evil
Is the act of ignorant of the truth
But surely there is a reward
For goodness and evil
No matter the circumstances
The truth will prevail
Although the truthful path
Is difficult to tread
But take heed and lead
For the truth is the light
That guides our way
They reflect on what we say
So they say
We are the truth
poem by Matt Ancient
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He raised his voice
Ken Saro-Wiwa spoke out
against
the environmental degradation
of the land
and waters of the Ogoni.
Ken Saro-Wiwa raised his voice
but not his fist
His home land in the Niger delta
ravaged, polluted
by decades of crude oil dumping.
Ken Saro-Wiwa raised his voice
but not his fist
He chastised
the Nigerian government
for refusing
to enforce regulations
that would have protected
Ogoni land
Ken Saro-Wiwa raised his voice
but not his fist
for this,
Ken Saro-Wiwa was hanged.
Ken Saro-Wiwa was hanged
but not silenced
His words live on
to be read
a thousand times
by millions of other
outspoken voices.
poem by Diana Rosser
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poem by David Keig
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The Tree
I stood still and was a tree amid the wood,
Knowing the truth of things unseen before;
Of Daphne and the laurel bow
And that god-feasting couple old
that grew elm-oak amid the wold.
'Twas not until the gods had been
Kindly entreated, and been brought within
Unto the hearth of their heart's home
That they might do this wonder thing;
Nathless I have been a tree amid the wood
And many a new thing understood
That was rank folly to my head before.
poem by Ezra Pound
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(V - 2009) The Truth of the Truth
The Sages and Seers
That be and have been
Cannot have seen
The truth of the Truth!
What they see as Truth
Is Truth merely
It’s not really
The truth of the Truth!
The Ultimate Truth
Cannot be known
We aren’t that grown –
The truth of the Truth!
We’re part of the Truth
We’re trying to see
We’re yet so tiny –
The truth of the Truth!
Though hard and great
The pains we give
We cannot outlive
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to you once
Remains not the same
So changing the game –
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to a man
Is not Truth to all
That’s what we call
The truth of the Truth!
These thoughts as I pen
It’s Truth to me
It’s to me only
The truth of the Truth!
To A Friend Whose Work Has Come To Nothing
NOW all the truth is out,
Be secret and take defeat
From any brazen throat,
For how can you compete,
Being honour bred, with one
Who, were it proved he lies,
Were neither shamed in his own
Nor in his neighbours' eyes?
Bred to a harder thing
Than Triumph, turn away
And like a laughing string
Whereon mad fingers play
Amid a place of stone,
Be secret and exult,
Because of all things known
That is most difficult.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Easy and Difficult
Easy and Difficult
Easy to get a place in someone’s address book
Difficult is to get a place in someone’s heart
Easy is to judge the mistakes of others
Difficult is to recognize our own mistakes
Easy is to talk without thinking
Difficult is to control the tongue
Easy is to hurt someone who loves us
Difficult is to heal the wound
Easy is to forgive others
Difficult is to ask for forgiveness
Easy is to set rules
Difficult is to follow them
Easy is to dream every night
Difficult is to fight for a dream
Easy is to show victory
Difficult is to accommodate defeat with dignity
Easy is to admire a full moon
Difficult is to see the other side
Easy is to stumble on a stone
Difficult is to get up
Easy is to enjoy life every day
Difficult is to give its real value
Easy is to pray every night
Difficult is to find God in small things
Easy is to promise something to someone
Difficult is to fulfill the promise
Easy is to say we love
Difficult is to show it every day
Easy is to criticize others
Difficult is to improve oneself
Easy is to make mistakes
Difficult is to learn from them
Easy is to weep for lost love
Difficult is to take care of it so as not to lose it
Easy is to think about improving
Difficult is to stop thinking and putting it into action
Easy is to think bad of others
Difficult is to give them the benefit of doubt
Easy is to receive
Difficult is to give
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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The Next Voice You Hear
Gather your deeds and your possessions,
Whatever certainty youve known,
Forget your heroes,
You dont really need those lasting lessons.
Stand in the open;
The next voice you hear will be your own.
But, alright, they knew how they could hurt you,
And you let them cut you to the bone.
But God forbid,
You allow them to rid you of your virtue!
Forget their laughter;
The next voice you hear will be your own.
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear will be your own.
Throw down your truth and check your weapons.
Dont look to see if youre alone,
Just stand your ground,
And dont turn around -- whatever happens.
Dont ask directions;
The next voice you hear will be your own.
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear will be your own.
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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I Paid The Price
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Well Im sick and tired
Of your alibis,
And your indiscreet lies
Just wont get you by,
Over and over and over and over again.
And your family,
Your forced superiority,
Your azure delusions of grandeur,
Are gonna cut you free,
Over and over and over and over again.
Youre as cold as ice.
Ahh, youre not miss nice,
And I paid the price.
Ahh, you can count me out.
Oh, without a doubt,
I paid the price.
And up and down, round, round you go,
But you know one monkey
Dont stop no show.
Its plain to see
Youre in need of help,
But I just cant go on
And whip myself
Over and over and over, over again.
Ahh, you can count me out.
Ahh, without a doubt,
You know, I paid the price.
Ahh, youre not miss nice.
Youre as cold as ice,
And I paid the price.
Yes I did.
You know I did.
And I just wanna know
Whos your sponsor.
I just wanna know, oh,
I just a-wanna know, oh,
I just a-wanna know, oh,
Whos your angel.
{backup singers} [i paid the price.]
Sing the song.
[i paid the price.]
[i paid the price.]
[i paid the price.]
And dont discriminate your angel.
[i paid the price.]
And dont discriminate your sponsor.
[i paid the price.]
And be good to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Hey, hey!!
[i paid the price.]
Dont discriminate your angel.
[i paid the price.]
And dont discriminate your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Dont discriminate your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Dont discriminate your sponsor.
[i paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Uhh, be good!
[i paid the price.]
Be good to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
I tried for to blow it. (? ? )
[i paid the price.]
I tried for to blow it (? ? ), one more time.
[i paid the price.]
I tried for to blow it (? ? ), one more time.
[i paid the price.]
If you blow it one more time, I say,
[i paid the price.]
Oh, youre as
Cold as ice,
And youre not miss nice,
And Ive definitely
Paid the price.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Footsteps
On an ebony bed decorated
with coral eagles, sound asleep lies
Nero --- unconscious, quiet, and blissful;
thriving in the vigor of flesh,
and in the splendid power of youth.
But in the alabaster hall that encloses
the ancient shrine of the Aenobarbi
how restive are his Lares.
The little household gods tremble,
and try to hide their insignificant bodies.
For they heard a horrible clamor,
a deathly clamor ascending the stairs,
iron footsteps rattling the stairs.
And now in a faint the miserable Lares,
burrow in the depth of the shrine,
one tumbles and stumbles upon the other,
one little god falls over the other
for they understand what sort of clamor this is,
they are already feeling the footsteps of the Furies.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Newcomers are hot.
Water heated an hour before
Isn’t as hot as one just now heated.
Women found hot a decade ago
Would get warmed with newcomers.
27.09.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In a heated argument we are apt to lose sight of the truth.
quote by Publilius Syrus
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As We Are Family
It is not the colour of our skin
that makes the person,
but what lies deep within.
We all bleed red blood
no matter what colour we are,
our tears are always salty
whenever they stain our sorrowed brow.
We all breathe the same air,
so why do we discriminate
and caste aside one person from another.
No matter who we are
when we die and go to heaven.
God does not discriminate
from one person to another.
As far as he is concerned,
we are to him just one big family,
no one is different from the other.
Therefore, as we walk forward today
lets link hands and say,
come and join us as we are family.
16 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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