All persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental, and should not be construed.
quote by Kurt Vonnegut
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A Tiger from Woods
There was a tiger in the woods
Who was expert in finding his foods
In chasing holes, he was number one
So he would indulged in all kind of funs
Oft he would go alone for hunt
And killed his preys while making grunts
He used to share spoils with tigresses
And would also play with their tresses
The offal he would bring for his wife
Which she ate without complain or strife
One day she caught him sharing his spoils
And her blood suddenly came to a boil
She attacked in rage and tore his flesh
And tiger's wanton life was in mess
He is yet to come out of the woods
And the tigress too is in sombre mood.
Disclaimer: The characters, emotions, ideas, events, concept, plot and thoughts, mentioned in this poem are purely fictitious and any resemblance to person living, dead or invisible is purely coincidental and unintentional.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
06/12/2009
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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Is It Purely Coincidental
Is it purely coincidental,
Those of like minds...
Come to find themselves at odds,
Because it is disbelieved...
Their minds can not be that connected,
To agree?
And even if blinded by a similar insight,
They refuse to see themselves...
On the right side of day,
After sleeping all night...
To awaken with the same craving,
With a wish to fulfill familiar appetites.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth is here
Truth is here in the history
In the civilisation fully
Resumed and it is a poem.
The relation we have made
With the stone with the flower
With the bird with the sky
Not ours.
The truth is in our
Poetic world ours only ours
And we move forward
In search of another world
That is purely poetic
Purely in truth
Purely in peace
Purely in harmony.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Treasure for joy
Need two persons,
Mummy and daddy,
the result is me;
Need two persons,
My grandparents,
to take care of me;
Need two persons,
Child specialist and family physician,
to look after my health;
Need two persons,
My loving teachers,
to teach me manners;
Need two persons,
My sincere friends,
for play and pastime;
Time has come,
A good job has come,
A happy companion has come;
A beautiful wife to share my life,
We have two children, a girl and boy,
They are our treasure for joy.
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Wise Advice
If persons do not want to change for good,
Advise them if you can, sometimes;
If persons are recalcitrant in mood,
Try advising them in some better climes!
If persons do not listen or pay heed,
Ignore their misdemeanor, if you can;
If persons appear to be ‘blind’ indeed,
Just watch them from a farther distance, man.
If persons are too adamant to change,
Leave them to change the hard way, if they must;
If persons are in ‘impossible’ range,
Leave them to God or let them bite the dust!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-8-2010
poem by John Celes
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Yet humanitarianism is not a purely Christian movement any more than it is a purely humanist one.
quote by Christopher Dawson
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Dead End Street
Theres a crack up in the ceiling,
And the kitchen sink is leaking.
Out of work and got no money,
A sunday joint of bread and honey.
What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No money coming in,
The rent collectors knocking, trying to get in.
We are strictly second class,
We dont understand,
(dead end!)
Why we should be on dead end street.
(dead end!)
People are living on dead end street.
(dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
On a cold and frosty morning,
Wipe my eyes and stop me yawning.
And my feet are nearly frozen,
Boil the tea and put some toast on.
What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No chance to emigrate,
Im deep in debt and now its much too late.
We both want to work so hard,
We cant get the chance,
(dead end!)
People live on dead end street.
(dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
(dead end!)
People live on dead end street.
(dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Head to my feet (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Hows it feel? (yeah)
Hows it feel? (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
song performed by by Kinks
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The Soil And Stone Too Are Living Things
the hair on its own
is a line of dead cells
but when it's on the head
it's part of a living spirit
the sand on its own is a
startling patch of the reality
of the non living
but put in the water, put in air
light and seeds and it
becomes a part of the living world
take away any of these the living entity
dwindles into a dead plane
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Pot Pourri of Personalities
I see some persons laughing all the time;
They wear a mask of artificial smiles;
Their tongues are smooth and eyes are deceptive;
They boast of living prudently and wise!
They mock at righteous and sincere persons;
They joke and give evasive replies oft;
Their blunders go undetected for long;
They sow the seed of discord amongst men!
And some are spick and span, overly too,
Their body odors by perfumes, well hid;
They weep a tear for some in grief at times;
They trust their toil and do not believe God!
But do they lament within heart always?
They cannot hide their nature real, long;
God knows these persons cheating world at large;
His rod of justice stern, awaits such men.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-29-2008
poem by John Celes
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It's just coincidental that the acting took off first over everything else.
quote by Nichelle Nichols
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Dead And Broken
Too many things I've never spoken
I'm not feeling fine
I never told you what to do
I never made you a promise that you could hold me to
That'll be the day you see me crying
Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken
Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
How many different faces can you show me?
How many times can you be right?
Another world of fantasy
Another reason for dramatizing everything
Taking it all in just one more time
I'm dying
Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken
Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
Sorry to see that you're underestimated lately
I'd rather be dead and broken than living in your grace
Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken
Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
song performed by by Godsmack
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Thee Intent
Some people have a habit to market b.s, for there own selfish gain. Thee act is display on all-who allow that particular person or persons to come in there lives.Emotional individuals, and individuals who are out going, proactive, popular, high spirited, and kind hearted, and last but not the least loving. This learned behavior of mental practice came from observation, the wolf or wolves whose dressed with intentions to deduct all that they can until your well becomes dry.Thee intent is intentional, they impersonate a false charter and live thur others joy, peace and happiness. The wolf can be either sex, with vampier nature to suck the life right out the living because there living dead.
poem by Clarence Williams
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Soul On Fire
Theres a flame that leads our souls astray
No ones safe from its tender touch of pain
And every day its looking for new slaves
To celebrate the beauty of the grave
We are like the living dead
Sacrificing all we have
For a frozen heart and a soul on fire
We are like the living dead
Craving for deliverance
With a frozen heart and a soul on fire
And again were falling for disgrace
And hate will shelter us from the rain
We are enslaved by the sacred heart of shame
And gently raped by the light of day
We are like the living dead
Sacrificing all we have
For a frozen heart and a soul on fire
We are like the living dead
Craving for deliverence
With a frozen heart and a soul on fire
Addicted to our divine despair
(? )
But you will follow us to death
We are like the living dead
Sacrificing all we have
For a frozen heart and a soul on fire
We are like the living dead
Craving for deliverence
With a frozen heart and a soul on fire
With a soul on
Soul on
Soul on
Fire
Soul on fire
song performed by by H.i.m. (his Infernal Majesty)
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Soul On Fire
There's a flame that leads our souls astray
No one's safe from its tender touch of pain
And every day it's looking for new slaves
To celebrate the beauty of the grave
We are like the living dead
Sacrificing all we have
For a frozen heart and a soul on fire
We are like the living dead
Craving for deliverance
With a frozen heart and a soul on fire
And again we're falling for disgrace
And hate will shelter us from the rain
We are enslaved by the sacred heart of shame
And gently raped by the light of day
We are like the living dead
Sacrificing all we have
For a frozen heart and a soul on fire
We are like the living dead
Craving for deliverence
With a frozen heart and a soul on fire
Addicted to our divine despair
The venom of the cross we bear
The guilt will follow us to death
We are like the living dead
Sacrificing all we have
For a frozen heart and a soul on fire
We are like the living dead
Craving for deliverence
With a frozen heart and a soul on fire
With a soul on
Soul on
Soul on
Fire
Soul on fire
song performed by by H.I.M.
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Some Life’s Paradoxes
The dead can’t care about living;
The living must pray for their dead;
Though dead took care of living then,
The living can’t take care of dead!
The elderly cared for all young;
The young must care for aged when old;
The love that parents had shown then,
Can’t be repaid ever by young!
The fruits I enjoy now when young,
Are from the trees planted by aged;
The things I do to others now
Will be returned to me when old!
The measure I use for others
Will be used unto me by God;
The judgments I pronounce on next,
Will decide my after-life’s rod!
Let’s do our duty with great love;
Reward will come from heav’n above.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 20-11-2010
poem by John Celes
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Bleeding Edge (Death Poem)
Change is living every second.
For me, it is the spice of life,
Proof that I am not dead – yet,
Living on the bleeding edge today.
Changeless, death by boredom.
For some, it is the sea of tranquillity,
Proof alas, that dead can also be alive
Living, but dying by seconds daily.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Dullness
Dullness! I am your devotee
You dispel the darkness of enlightenment
You drive away the heat of excitement
I have got rid of my dreams and imagination
Even tiresome fancies seldom nestle near me
Living and half living I see both the worlds
The world of the living and the world of the dead
I see the enthusiastic marketing men rushing about
in motley robes
I see the wizened deadbodies who were once alive
and who learned the emptiness of all human efforts
for socialism capitalism feminism and became wise
through experience
By your grace I am living as a dead man among the living
What could be more enjoyable than that?
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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In a Disused Graveyard
The living come with grassy tread
To read the gravestones on the hill;
The graveyard draws the living still,
But never anymore the dead.
The verses in it say and say:
"The ones who living come today
To read the stones and go away
Tomorrow dead will come to stay."
So sure of death the marbles rhyme,
Yet can't help marking all the time
How no one dead will seem to come.
What is it men are shrinking from?
It would be easy to be clever
And tell the stones: Men hate to die
And have stopped dying now forever.
I think they would believe the lie.
poem by Robert Frost
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Bettys Got A Bass Boat
(bernie nelson/craig wiseman)
Now betty was your average ordinary girl
Never wanted very much out of this world
Just an occasional dinner and twirl, from a regular guy
So betty sat up one lonely night
Trying to figure out what a man might like
Then like a bolt right out of the blue, she got herself a plan
Bettys got a bass boat, bettys got a truck, all of a sudden things are looking up
Shes the most popular girl in town, since she got a new camper and a huntin hound
Might be coincidental, oh you just might never know
Oh, but things sure got a lot better since betty got a bass boat
Now lately getting a date isnt all that hard
Theres a half a dozen bubbas fightin in the yard
She won em over with her southern charm, and a satellite dish
Now betty cant believe her popularity
Shes thinkin bout marketing her recipe
So ironic and the funny thing is, she never even liked to fish
Bettys got a bass boat, bettys got a truck, all of a sudden things are looking up
Shes the most popular girl in town, since she got a new camper and a huntin hound
Might be coincidental, oh you just might never know
Oh, but things sure got a lot better since betty got a bass boat
Shes got bowling shoes, she cant lose
Shes got those boys just blowin their fuse
Shes got a big screen, shes in the in scene
Theyre ever gonna make her strawberry queen
Bettys got a bass boat, bettys got a truck, all of a sudden things are looking up
Shes the most popular girl in town, since she got a new camper and a huntin hound
Might be coincidental, oh you just might never know
Oh, but things sure got a lot better since betty got a bass boat
song performed by by Pam Tillis
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We Are Alive In The Moment Of Death
We are the nocturnal nightmares of fear induced
We are fear by which hope is reduced
We are the dead and the living the same
We are the board when your life is the game
We are as children hung from a rope
We are as children in fear of lost hope
We are the dead and the living the same
We are the board when your life is the game.
We are the silence of all that is night
We are the shadows scared of the light
We are the dead and the living the same
We are the parasite worms in your brain.
We are the killers of true passion in love
We are the angels of Hell’s mansion above
We are the wings upon which devils may fly
We are the fear and the tears that you cry
We are the dead and the living the same
We are the parasite worms in your brain.
We are the moon as we are the sun
We are the end and the story begun
We are the dead and the living the same
We are the board when your life is the game.
We are the children who beat you at school
We are the teachers that deem you a fool
We are the rotting as we are the fresh
We are alive in the moment of death.
poem by David Lacey
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