First, Resolve upon, and daily endeavour to practise, a life of seriousness and strict sobriety.
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Twist in my sobriety
All God's children need travelling shoes
Drive your problems from here
All good people read good books
Now your conscience is clear
Now your conscience is clear
In the morning when I wipe my brow
Wipe the miles away
I like to think I can be so willed
And never do what you say
And never do what you say
Look my eyes are just holograms
Look your love has drawn red from my hands
From my hands you know you'll never be
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety
We just poked a little pie
For the fun that people have at night
Late at night don't need hostility
The timid smile and pause to free
I don't care about their different thoughts
Different thoughts are good for me
Up in arms and chaste and whole
All God's children took their toll
Cup of tea take time to think yeah
Time to risk a life a life a life
Sweet and handsome soft and porky
You pig out 'til you've seen the light
Pig out 'til you've seen the light
Half the people read the papers
Read them good and well
Pretty people nervous people
People have got to sell
News you have to sell
Look my eyes are just holograms
Look your love has drawn red from my hands
From my hands you know you'll never be
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety.
song performed by by Tanita Tikaram
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How Can I Give That
Thank you for helping me,
Protect my steps.
Happy I am that my seriousness,
Has convinced you...
My footprints made,
Were placed in a direction...
To be respected as I thought,
You too wanted kept.
And now that I know,
My best efforts...
You prove you wish not to neglect,
I am happy you now see...
It is about maintaining one's integrity.
And IF you express a giving of this to me...
I have nothing but that,
From me to you to show I can and will do.
You deserve the best.
But how can I give that,
If you take for granted my seriousness?
And my seriousness to deliver...
You should always expect.
In fact...
I would not mind if you demanded it.
Since this will tell me our feelings are mutual.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Intellectuals
I have never fancied the logic of a tomorrow,
The future encompasses the reality in question.
We are being endowed with experience of a life
That creates shackles for its descendents.
The children of the generations to come
Shall endeavour to disembark and disagree.
The greatest of minds discontinue with intellect,
For it is far too challenging a human endeavour.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Hymn VIII: What Could Your Redeemer Do
What could your Redeemer do
More than he hath done for you?
To procure your peace with God,
Could he more than shed his blood?
After all his waste of love,
All his drawings from above,
Why will you your Lord deny?
Why will you resolve to die?
Turn, he cries, ye sinners, turn;
By his life your God hath sworn,
He would have you turn and live,
He would all the world receive.
If your death were his delight,
Would he you to life invite?
Would he ask, obtest, and cry,
Why will you resolve to die?
Sinners, turn, while God is near:
Dare not think him insincere:
Now, even now, your Saviour stands,
All day long he spreads his hands,
Cries, Ye will not happy be!
No, ye will not come to me!
Me, who life to none deny:
Why will you resolve to die?
Can you doubt if God is love?
If to all His bowels move?
Will you not his word receive?
Will you not his OATH believe?
See! the suffering God appears!
Jesus weeps! believe his tears!
Mingled with his blood, they cry,
Why will you resolve to die?
poem by Charles Wesley
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Hymn VIII: What Could Your Redeemer Do
What could your Redeemer do
More than he hath done for you?
To procure your peace with God,
Could he more than shed his blood?
After all his waste of love,
All his drawings from above,
Why will you your Lord deny?
Why will you resolve to die?
Turn, he cries, ye sinners, turn;
By his life your God hath sworn,
He would have you turn and live,
He would all the world receive.
If your death were his delight,
Would he you to life invite?
Would he ask, obtest, and cry,
Why will you resolve to die?
Sinners, turn, while God is near:
Dare not think him insincere:
Now, even now, your Saviour stands,
All day long he spreads his hands,
Cries, Ye will not happy be!
No, ye will not come to me!
Me, who life to none deny:
Why will you resolve to die?
Can you doubt if God is love?
If to all His bowels move?
Will you not his word receive?
Will you not his OATH believe?
See! the suffering God appears!
Jesus weeps! believe his tears!
Mingled with his blood, they cry,
Why will you resolve to die?
poem by John Wesley
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The Past
Humming around the winter is the past,
This congratulates me as the last.
Years of daily amounts created laughter,
Mostly from seeds sown to glory and slaughter.
My music creates joy, all along and forever,
Lost is the happiness strongly in the endeavour.
May life contaminate the young and old,
Its powers feed us with triumph and gold.
poem by Naveed Akram
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What I Know About My Dad Is Only A Few Things
What I know about my dad is only a few things,
eyes that radiates in seriousness,
he was sometimes strict but it was measured by love,
he was a god fearing man, but an Afrikaner
into the depths of his soul
and a teacher of history and Afrikaans
I remember his voice
reading the poems that he prepared
for post graduate studies in literature,
which made me get gooseflesh
from enjoyment
and so 'early autumn, '
'the headless horseman'
'Maria' and 'I will go to my father'
and many other poems
became to lie deep in my heart.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Strict Time
Theres a hand on a wire that leads to my mouth
I can hear you knocking but Im not coming out
Dont want to be a puppet or a ventriloquist
cause theres no ventilation on a critical list
Fingers creeping up my spine are not mine to resist
Strict time
Chorus:
Toughen up, toughen up
Keep your lip buttoned up
Strict time
Oh the muscles flex and the fingers curl
And a cold sweat breaks out on the sweater girl
Strict time
Oh hes all hands, dont touch that dial
The courting cold wars weekend witch trial
Strict time
All the boys are straight laced and the girls are frigid
The talk is two-faced and the rules are rigid cause its strict time
Strict time
Chorus
You talk in hushed tones, I talk in lush tones
Try to look italian through the musical valium
Strict time
Thinking of grand larceny
Smoking the everlasting cigarette of chastity
Cute assistants staying alive
More like a hand job than the hand jive
Strict time
Chorus
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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You've Become Too Delusional
What about the ones who are not listening?
Those who have chosen,
To see life with a narrow mindedness...
And now questioning what is in it for them,
With a quality of life that benefits!
What about them and what's ahead?
How do we get this seriousness imbedded,
In their heads?
What about the ones who are not listening?
Those who have chosen,
To see life with a narrow mindedness...
And now questioning what is in it for them,
With a quality of life that benefits!
What about them and what's ahead?
How do we get this seriousness imbedded,
In their heads?
And what is it we can do...
After years of shouting,
They have put us through!
'Huh?
Snap out of it!
You've become too delusional!
Even the rocks that have blocked our attempts,
To stop us with obstacles...
Are left smiling.
I am not into torture.
Are you coming or not! ? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Daily I Crucify Him
Daily I crucify Him while I dwell in sin,
while I stumble forth in life;
daily a new life for me He does begin
even when I fall down in strive
and from every sin, every iniquity
daily He sets me free.
poem by Gert Strydom
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What Am I?
I would very much like to see
somebody, anybody that might be like me.
But then I am one of a kind, why shouldn't I?
Must I not find what I am seeking! ;
someone in whom I may see myself and vice versa.
Nobody seems to know me and
I do not seem to know myself.
Therefore, I must, must I? , explore the world of the unknown.
But I am one of the unknown!
Would anyone like to analyse me?
I bet, they would find something of themselves.
It seems to me now that I am two of a kind
I sincerely hope that both are not blind
and unite together to be of one mind.
Looking for somone else might be easier to find.
Time gone has left a scar in my life
but each day that passes seems to suggest
that my life is as a star in humanity.
How do I know that I am directing my life
by some pious nature embedded in my subconscious?
I might be an experiment that life itself is undertaking
to understand more about itself. Is there anything else?
I must resolve myself in my mind with utmost consideration
try and find the solution and by contemplation
recognise once for all time my true and sole existence
and saying 'there, I am here always! ', thus rejoicing
I should endeavour to affirm and proclaim in this world.
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Note:
This is a very early poem written about 40 years ago.
poem by George Krokos
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But tears only for my Grandma
I was born the day and date I cannot remember like many;
I was leisurely growing watching my little sisters
scratching heads, wiping tears of poverty!
Coconut oil was scarce; brother’s knickers were sparse
My mother too bore silently the smoke in her eyes twice daily,
In front of the husk stove daily;
with her mother (our lovely grandma) together,
Worship their family Doctor Baba Goush Baba
For the cure of my mother’s Leucoderma;
well over 3 yrs; walking well over 3 km
Day after Day;
Faith finally paid; curse finally parted
A walk together with mother and mother with affection
Sharing poverty and poverty in succession
Crying sobriety in progression;
Hapless future with six kids on hand;
Her mom on back; her hubby in barrack
Finally
A life is lead
Up to this Summit of opulence
With my Mom and Dad happily
But Tears
only for my Grand Maa!
© Krishna Baalu2010
poem by krishna Baalu
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The Glow
The glow, the glow!
Amazing show.
You always seem to know,
Where it should go,
I want to learn how to make it glow,
I practise, I practise, I am slow.
But with your work I do know,
Reach out and touch the glow.
Nothing Stays to Stick
Opportunities do not alone come,
To arrive without connections.
Very few doors open or close...
If they are not attached to hinges.
How many can say they sit,
Inside a house without a roof?
A home is not a home...
Unless someone lives in it,
To make that proof.
And who can say they are truly happy,
Until that has been pursued?
A quality of life is only quality obtained...
When all pieces come together,
And everyone is participating...
With no one deluded or refusing to accept truth!
And when that is discovered...
That is maintained.
Nothing stays to stick to cement quick,
Without a seriousness attached to it!
And that seriousness is there and meant.
For purposes to have those involved...
Accepting there is an agreed upon benefit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The value of morals
I know it is bad to tell lies
Yet I do as a face saving.
I resolve to bridle my tongue
Yet I let it go in right time.
I know it is a shame to steal
Yet I do if undetectable.
I vow I should not take revenge
But do so as to heal the wound.
I ought to burn the jealousy
But find it the fire that ignites.
I have learnt I must be honest
But practise when convenient.
I shall eschew all sins of sex
As long as I have no access.
I have guilt about adultery
But fall a prey to proximity.
What is the use of morals learnt
As they are slaves of instincts?
20.06.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Live as if this is all there is
Live your life with purpose,
Walk to the edge of universe.
Shout at the top of your voice,
Listen to the echo.
Listen hard, Listen carefully,
Listen your instinct and intuition.
Practise what you know,
Practise wellness and healthy lifestyle.
Play with abandon,
Laugh and smile always.
Identify your choices,
Identify your opportunities,
Choose with no regret.
Continue to learn,
Continue to improve,
Continue to live happily ever after.
Enjoy your life now, not tomorrow.
Stay alert, stay awake,
Enjoy what you have now.
Appreciate your friends and relatives,
Do what you love.
Do what you please yourself.
Live a complete and satisfy life,
Live your life as there is no tomorrow.
Value your life,
Live as if this is all there is.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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I have other obligations now - the show, my family, my life... though I know that without my sobriety I wouldn't have any of those things.
The child, the pity.
A strict mother is a meek wife.
A strict father is a henpecked.
The child is the casualty.
03.03.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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How Will I Daily Look Upon God's Face? (Cavatina)
How will I daily look upon God's face,
while I do sin
and still daily continually do fall?
When I begin
each day with a prayer, inside my heart
His love is in,
while He daily makes my life again new,
much more pure than all of the morning dew
poem by Gert Strydom
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Oh My, You Want To Chat With Me?
I'm sorry but my momma is strict so i my poppa
they may be dead, but they're still strict on that very important point:
'sonny, do not chat with strangers! ' they always remind me inside my dreams.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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