There are all sorts of ways of murdering a person or at least his soul, and that's something no police in the world can spot.
quote by Max Frisch
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There is no requirement that police stop a person who enters a police station and states that he wishes to confess a crime or a person who calls the police to offer a confession because volunteered statements of any kind are not barred by the 5th Amendment.
quote by Earl Warren
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Man never legislates, but destinies and accidents, happening in all sorts of ways, legislate in all sorts of ways.
Sizzla
Most wanted!
To the chill spot,
Change,
Mr. Postman,
Sizzla! !
Take me home,
Of the police,
Of the people,
Like the highlander;
Process,
The chill spot!
Coach,
Hill spot!
Hill top,
Take me home,
With the magic touch of love;
But not the killing spot.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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We get on the bandwagon in all sorts of ways - you know minor ways and major ways - like what you've just encountered which isn't censorship exactly, it was something sort of uglier in a way.
quote by Kathy Acker
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My Clone
Seldom people like the setting- sun
But people like the sun which is rising…
My sun is in the west
And I feel lonely …
No rain, no wind
In my life..
No rainbow, barren
And suffering from drought
So I ordered a clone
Of myself, to kill my loneliness
and he is cent percent like me
he is all of my attitudes too
I got him
A very lovely one
Every one loves him
Now he gives me more problems than
The loneliness I used to be in before
As he has started to sleep around..
With all beauties surrounding neighbourhood..
I see green in the eye ….
I had that wish too, when I was hand some and young
But how does he come to know about this, my old wish?
Police complains, and complains from husbands
Make me mad, one day police came
And indicted me of murdering my own clone,
i am in jail
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Asking questions is an essential part of police investigation. In the ordinary sense a police officer is free to ask a person for identification without implicating the Fourth Amendment.
quote by Anthony Kennedy
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Hell! I am going to take you to the police
1
oh boy! you have done it again
my repeated warning's have all gone in vain
i am sick of you showing me your pain
you will not listen that's for sure
you will keep coming towards me as if i were your's
that's it i have had enough
it's time for me to play it rough
hell it's time for me to take you to the police
as that's the only way for me to get some peace
2
if you put anything about me on the net
it's prision time for you, you bet
have a coffee with you huuh! you must be kidding
what do you think i am your love pudding
get out of my office or i will call security
next time my dear i will show no pity
this time i have let you off
but next time in the celler you will cough
hell! i am going to take you to the police
3
stop stop don't usher me in
going down with you in the same lift will be a sin
get off my case you crazy head
i am not going to jump with you in the bed
have a coffee with you? only after i am dead
leave me alone leave me in peace
otherwise i will take you to the police!
4
stop your antics and stop them now
my warnings have all gone un headed
you have for two years with me pleaded
i will die hungry but will not sleep for a role
if you come close to me next time i will hit you with a pole
hell! i am going to take you to the police
5
i always stop from doing the un-thinkable
may be because deep down i know you are a simple soul
pure of heart just like me
caught up in this world of insanity
but if you keep pestering me i will take you to the police
so go now and leave me in peace
hell i am going to take you to the police! ........................................
poem by Anuj Tikku
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The Octopus
only one person
in the whole world
the way we say
there is only one god
a moving tentacle
slap it and the soul cringes
chop it and the octopus
is not the same again
the whole world trembles
to absorb loss of every soul
the way the octopus swirls
to its new state with a lost limb
the way everybody is to the whole
the one person, one god
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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There was an old person of Nice,
Whose associates were usually Geese.
They walked out together,
In all sorts of weather.
That affable person of Nice!
quote by by Edward Lear
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What Can One Person Do
(n. rodgers/g. smith)
What can one person do
More than a little bit
More than a little bit
Can I fight the battle
All by myself
Can I make a miracle happen
As long as I can think
And got my health
Ill never stop
Im too strong for that
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
Everyones gotta move
What they can move
The faithful can sometimes move mountains
When your faith is right
You will never lose your heart, your hope
Or your good friends
Dont be overcome by frustrations
Live up to your highest expectations
Im tellin you just for your information
Just for, just for your information
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
Looked into my soul and suspected
That Im gonna take, gonna take on the unexpected
Walked into the fire unprotected
Walk into the fire
What can one person do
What can one person be
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
song performed by by Diana Ross
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The Troop Ship
Grotesque and queerly huddled
Contortionists to twist
The sleepy soul to a sleep,
We lie all sorts of ways
And cannot sleep.
The wet wind is so cold,
And the lurching men so careless,
That, should you drop to a doze,
Winds' fumble or men's feet
Are on your face.
poem by Isaac Rosenberg
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And it is to rock the soul and lead the person to immorality, corruption - to forget their prayers, to forget their God. And thus the world has partaken of the spirit of the Negro race, accepting their ways.
quote by Warren Jeffs
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Soul Please Understand
Soul, you must understand
how this body sleeps with you.
Soul, you must remember
it has separate manners with you.
Soul, learn the sensual pleasures
of this body, its twists and turns,
its crooked ways, its perverted ways,
its insatiability, even its evil ways,
Soul, you have all the patience,
when the body is rested before its
time is over, Soul, awaken it,
shake it, let it shed off its dusts
of errors, its stains of lusts,
wash it with fasting, and repentance
Soul, be wise, and kind enough to
save this Body, until it rusts and
to dust it shall return, and Soul
when you go up there, Forget.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Understand
Soul, you must understand
how this body sleeps with you.
Soul, you must remember
it has separate manners with you.
Soul, learn the sensual pleasures
of this body, its twists and turns,
its crooked ways, its perverted ways,
its insatiability, even its evil ways,
Soul, you have all the patience,
when the body is rested before its
time is over, Soul, awaken it,
shake it, let it shed off its dusts
of errors, its stains of lusts,
wash it with fasting, and repentance
Soul, be wise, and kind enough to
save this Body, until it rusts and
to dust it shall return, and Soul
when you go up there, Forget.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ins And Outs
Into…
Depthless grief,
boundless wonder
Ways our world
is torn asunder
Empty hearts
Lack of feeling
Ways our world
Is In need of healing
Out of…
Open minds,
closed to sorrow
Ways our world
greets tomorrow
Out of Endless hope
Out of Keen anticipation
Into Ways our world
Can have salvation
poem by David Whalen
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Thank You for being an Angel
Thank you for being an Angel
That's what the lady had said
Her carrier had split and her fruit and her veg
Had all on the pavement been shed!
Thank you for being an Angel
I smiled as I loaded my sack
Her eggs and her beans - her potatoes and greens
Were all picked up and carefully put back.
Thank you for being an Angel
Her words made me ask what I'd done
I'd only behaved as the gent that I am
Or perhaps like a dutiful son?
Thank you for being an Angel
When I gave him my seat on the bus
I felt that my wings must be showing
Oh why all this bother and fuss?
Thank you for being an Angel
I had taken her dog for a sprint
She had broken her leg on the ski slope
And had it done up in a splint!
Thank you for being an Angel
This time it was said by a boy
I had fixed up his bike with my tool kit
Because it was his pride and his joy!
Thank you for being an Angel
This is what so many say
If you show them some love - if you give them some help
If you teach them to learn how to pray
Thank you for being an Angel
Is this just a phrase that they use?
Are they really aware that God's presence is there
When such heavenly language they use?
Thank you for being an Angel
God uses us all in His will
To help those around us in need and despair
And our lives with His Spirit will fill
Thank you for being an Angel
If you place your faith in the Lord
He will choose you and use you in all sorts of ways
In different parts fo the World.
Thank you for being an Angel
Just smile if that's what they say
You don't need no wings or halos and things
It's just that God used you that day!
There are Spiritaul Angels who dwell in Heaven and are used by God in many different ways. Also my experience has shown me that God can use Spiritual People as his messengers (Angels) to carry out His will in the World. If you are such a person - Thank You for being an Angel!
(John Knight - Colchester - October 2009)
poem by John Knight
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The recent murder of the reporters
Some reporters are being murdered
In Bangladesh recently
And most of the times
Justice is denied or delayed
For lame excuses
Killing a reporter
Is like strangling a brave truthful person
Who is rare and much needed
In any society
Reporters are like mirrors of the world
Murdering them is like
Breaking the mirrors into pieces
That can hurt others
Be careful
O Bangladesh
poem by Asif Andalib
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Noise Pollution 1
The scientific efficacy is noisily murdering
Unlike enlivening
The olden household's hushy sibilance
The olden street children's play-scream
The olden vendors' musical sale-phonetics
The olden bullock-cart's running rhythm
The cart-man's 'hi hi
The jhatka's galloping trots
Of and on a cow's 'ammaaaah'
Dawn and dusk the cattle's dusty grazing treads
The rooster's cackle', the crow's' caw-caw'
Squeak, screech of chirping birds
Headed high by white collared eagles
The coherently, agreeably hissing breeze
Etcetera, etcetera all olden
All in melodious harmony neatly audible
With the evincing spherical silence
Today..
Everything deafening, deadening
Two, three, four and more wheeled wheeling
Small, big, bigger motoring
Up and down on earth thundering
Sounding smoky machinery nauseating
Multicoloured noisy stink
Murdering, murdering, murdering
poem by Indira Renganathan
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That Was Almost
Me now travol trom home
To town me find a lot of pipo running away
Me don know wat has happened
Me suddenly find da police van pull up
Dey say they want to take me
I ask dem wat I have done
Da police laugh and dey hit me in da belly
Me triy to run dey thro me down
One police man shouted he didn't do wrong
Me triy to say dey hit me in da belly
Now wat happened was a night mare
They hit me in da belly
Dey rolling me like a chicken
Dey called me thief
Dey kicked me a lot but me started to cry
Dey laugh and laugh but I stoped to cry
Now what happened was heaven
I got up I hit one in head
And he started to cry
Den suddenly all of dem ran after me
Me started to shake almost urinated
Suddenly dey caught me den me started to sing
Dey laughed dey laugh
Den I started to remove my cloths
Dey now thot I was mad person
Dey quickly got back in the van as they thot dey caught da wrong person
Den me ran home
I told my mom dat was so close
poem by Tanaka Chirombo
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I know, because I tried all sorts of ways of being in character, and the best way is to be totally straight.
quote by Tommy Chong
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