If there was strife and contention in the home, very little else in life could compensate for it.
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Contention is inseparable from creating knowledge. It is not contention we should try to avoid, but discourses that attempt to suppress contention.
quote by Joyce Appleby
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I’m or Im-perfect
I'M OR IM-PERFECT
Perfection mirage often seems,
Equity protection needs.
Responsibility recedes
From cul-de-sac coercive streams.
Extrapolating god supreme
Church sectarian worry beads
To contention lead, strife breeds
Further strife, attracts extremes,
Advocates discrimative themes.
Much dogma self-defeats, or feeds
Irrationality. Who reads
Life’s conformist pressures, narrow schemes,
Yearns for alternatives, free dreams.
Acrostic Sonnet Perfect Family
28 February 2005 and 3 December 2006 revised 16 October 2007
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for previous version see below
I’m or Im-perfect
Perfection is not always what it seems,
Equity protection active needs,
Responsibility as tide recedes
From open options when coercive stream
Ebbs from freedom’s tenets, to false scheme
Church led [whatever church or sect] that leads
Too often to contention, strife that breeds
Further strife despite ‘truth’ some say gleams,
Attending 'church on Sunday' here speaks reams,
Much dogma self defeats, resentment feeds.
If 'Freedom' is at stake, awake! Who reads
Life’s pressures on conforming to set themes
Yet seeks alternate avenues, fires dreams.
28 February 2005 and 3 December 2006
I’m or Im-perfect © Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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After School (Villanelles)
Don’t think that school’s the hardest time in life.
You will graduate soon but don’t forget.
Believe, Believe do not end it in strife.
Some people will deal with it with a knife,
Because they are scared to try to forget.
Don’t think that school’s the hardest time in life.
Others might get rich and have a good life,
But it could end up in a huge regret.
Believe, Believe do not end it in strife.
Few may stay single in Gods way of life,
They will find happiness they won’t forget
Don’t think that school’s the hardest time in life.
Most have a fine job and a loving wife.
Someone to go home to and be a set
Believe, Believe do not end it in strife.
For you who don’t take the bad way in life,
Will be happy and never have regret.
Don’t think that school’s the hardest time in life.
Believe, Believe do not end it in strife.
poem by Martin Glenn
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I Wanna
I wanna hold you for a lifetime, And make your dreams come true, I wanna make you feel forever, In everything I do.
I wanna be the one u count on, For the rest of your life, The one you want forever, Without contention, worry or strife.
I wanna be that man, The one in which u dream, The one you have longed to find, The one that makes your eyes to gleam.
poem by Richard Goolsby
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Love From Your Child
I lay here thinking, Thinking of my life, Thinking of the disappointment, Contention, worry and strife.
Thinking of what could of been, Or maybe what could be, What has been, And what I failed to see.
Thinking is this all there is, Should I expect more, I mean don't I have everything, With these two kids I adore.
Sighs as I think of attaining the stars, The one thing I want to achieve, is true happiness and love, Something now I'm not sure I believe.
Then I lay back and smile, As things don't seem so sad, I hold my children tight, And hear I Love you Dad! ! ! ! !
poem by Richard Goolsby
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I’m or Im-perfect IM?
P erfection is not always what it seems,
E quity protection active needs,
R esponsibility as tide recedes
F rom open options when coercive stream
E bbs from freedom’s tenets, to false scheme
C hurch led [whatever church or sect] that leads
T oo often to contention, strife that breeds
F urther strife despite ‘truth’ some say gleams.
A ttending 'church on Sunday' here speaks reams,
M uch dogma self defeats, resentment feeds.
I f 'Freedom' is at stake, awake! Who reads
L ife’s pressures on conforming to set themes
Y et seeks alternate avenues, fires dreams.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Liqueur and Life
Liqueur and life
Trouble and strife
Blow my brains
Oh, transcendence a kiss
Last forever and a day
Like the music of a harp
There notes string you along
Like a child you hear
But not the voices behind
The silence in what they say
Because you're to blind drunk
You cannot hear or see
Beyond, your own misery
Liqueur and life
Trouble and strife
Blow my brains away...
But quantum physics
I better understand
Like Janis Joplin she lives with me
Through you!
Thunder in the airways can't you see
Life under a toadstool, how can it be?
My life's boxed under the stairs
With you!
Take a rain cheque darling,
I can't take no more
Liqueur and life
Trouble and strife
Liqueur and life
Trouble and strife
Liqueur and life
Trouble and strife
Blow my brains away...
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Pretence
One Lonely night
Under my bed
I found a soul
rusty and wet
Tearing apart
grey webs of art
I took the soul
out of the dark
Oh! What a fright
it gave my old heart
Oh! What a searing light
it shed on my new life
A silenced strife
of my silenced life
The silenced start
Silenced apart
Carving a hole
inside the wall
I tried to hide
hide from this all
Protecting the sight
of my own right
I threw it down
drawing a frown
Bouncing back and forth
jumping up and down
doubting everything I did
It started a mutiny
Then!
another contention
beyond contemplation
my consummation
the final conflagration.
poem by Pamuditha Zen Anjana
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Madness?
Madness screams through my soul
I’ve lost it, out of control
Waves of macabre and death
Have I lost it or just forgotten about the earth?
Living a fantasy and a dream
Or is it some sick scheme?
People are no sense, no passion
Individuals, on the same mission
Hypocrites, you all make me sick
One by one, on all of you I spit
Anarchy and freedom, a life I once knew
Locked away, the older I grew
Endless strife of unknown fate
Fed by greed, money to compensate.
poem by Douglas McAntagart
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Ah, Woe is Me, My Mother Dear
Ah, woe is me, my mother dear!
A man of strife ye’ve born me:
For sair contention I maun bear;
They hate, revile, and scorn me.
I ne’er could lend on bill or band,
That five per cent. might blest me;
And borrowing, on the tither hand,
The deil a ane wad trust me.
Yet I, a coin-denièd wight,
By Fortune quite discarded;
Ye see how I am, day and night,
By lad and lass blackguarded!
poem by Robert Burns
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Tho' I get home how late—how late
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Tho' I get home how late—how late—
So I get home - 'twill compensate—
Better will be the Ecstasy
That they have done expecting me—
When Night—descending—dumb—and dark—
They hear my unexpected knock—
Transporting must the moment be—
Brewed from decades of Agony!
To think just how the fire will burn—
Just how long-cheated eyes will turn—
To wonder what myself will say,
And what itself, will say to me—
Beguiles the Centuries of way!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Song: When You Got No-One
When you got no-one,
To go home to,
And you dread the moving walls;
An empty space, you cannot face,
It ain't no place at all.
When you got no-one,
To come home to,
No warming hearth recalls,
You got no-one and then you're done,
And the whole damned thing appalls!
When you got no-one,
To go home to,
You haunt the shopping malls.
You tell yourself that's what you want:
To hang out with the girls.
When you got no-one,
To go home to;
No lusting lover just for you.
At the setting sun,
When the night's begun,
The twilight slips to blue...
When you got no reason,
To come home,
'Cause home ain't home no more.
A twisted life of constant strife's,
Not what you signed up for!
And now it's open season,
On the down and out and poor:
The billionaires shout treason,
And spin revolving doors.
When you got no-one,
To go home to,
You got no-one at all.
No bosom chums, to share the crumbs,
And turn largess to small.
When you got no-one,
No web is spun,
No gentle plan or program run;
When you got no-one,
It ain't no fun,
And the whole damned thing appalls!
When you got no home,
To go home to,
You got no home at all.
You're on your own, you're so alone.
You need shelter from the storm.
A catacomb or a covered dome,
A tomb of steel, all polished chrome;
When you got no home.
You're forced to roam,
The drop-zone when you fall.
That ain't no home at all!
poem by Dave SmithWhite
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Homeless in a House
I ask you simply, what is home?
A place where kindred people come?
A space where residents reside?
What makes a home a home inside?
I ask you now, is home a house?
Can people buy homes with their spouse?
In houses can a family be
together for eternity?
I say to you, it is not so!
A home is where a man will go
to seek his flames of strife to douse.
A home he seeks, and not a house.
Inside a home a man has love:
From here below, and from above.
At home, he'll be with family
for time and all eternity.
poem by Chris Schleier
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I'm Going Home
When my work here is oer
And trials come no more
On that great day I'm going home
To live forever more, just oer on heaven's shore
When my life here is oer I'm going home
Chorus
I'm going home, I'm going home
When my life here is oer I'm going home
Won't it be so sweet, to rest at Jesus feet
When my life here is oer I'm going home
I'm travelling in the light
And my way is clear and bright
Some glad day I'm going home
Heading for the pearly gates for there my savior waits
When my life here is oer I'm going home
As I travel down lifes road
So heavy is my load
But some glad day I'm going home
I'll meet my loved ones there, in that land so bright and fair
When my life here is oer I'm going home
Chorus
song performed by by Hank Williams, music by Hank Williams (1950)
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You Changed My Life
You changed my life
Came along in a time of strife
In hunger and need
You made my heart bleed
You changed my life
You changed my life
Now the nature of man
Is to beg and to steal
Id do it myself
Its not so unreal
The call of the wilds
Forever at my door
Want me to fly like an eagle
Being chained to the floor, but
You changed my life
Came along in a time of strife
In hunger and need
You made my heart bleed
You changed my life
You changed my life
Eating with the pigs
Off a fancy tray
I was bold, I was looking good
And to have a nice day
It all seemed so proper
And so elite
Eating absolute garbage
While being so discreet.
You changed my life
Came along in a time of strife
In hunger and need
You made my heart bleed
You changed my life
You changed my life
You were glowing in the light
Being peaceably calm
Well, how often does a man dance
To the beat of the balm?
Your eyes were on fire
Your feet were of brass
In a world that you made
You were an outcast
You changed my life
Came along in a time of strife
In hunger and need
You made my heart bleed
You changed my life
You changed my life
Truce makers and partakers
Of every selfish whim
Her running to meet me running to her
And you running back to him
Their destruction of my confidence
Was like a sharpness of the tongue
I said: make my faith greater
But I was a little high strung
You changed my life
Came along in a time of strife
In hunger and need
You made my heart bleed
You changed my life
You changed my life
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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All Our Trials
All our trials and all our strife, have their roots in our spiritual life,
Friend we are not just anyone, for we are the image of God’s Son.
We were created more than whole; we were given a body and a soul.
All other creation is as you see, but we have been made for Eternity.
Placed in a garden with no strife, and we were given Eternal Life.
With God man had unfettered fellowship, then Satan entered into it.
Satan’s ploy had caused man to fall, but that my friend was not all.
Being banished from Paradise, started for all men a world of strife.
God no longer walked with them, as their fellowship came to an end.
Outside the garden it got worse, for on the earth God put a curse.
One thing lost in all this strife, was man’s assurance of Eternal Life,
When man takes his last breath, without God, he faces Eternal Death.
It’s from Adam that we inherit sin, that causes us deep grief within.
Friend it is this sin that causes strife, affecting each and every life.
All wicked trials, big and small, can be traced back to Adam’s fall.
And all evil emotions deep within, stem from Adam’s original sin.
Just as Adam caused all men to fall, Christ came to redeem us all,
To redeem us from a market of sin, that causes us bondage within.
He came in the midst of our strife, to restore to all men Eternal Life,
And give to all an inner peace, and a relationship that won’t cease.
(Copyright ©02/2005)
Freedom from bondage
Freedom from strife
Freedom from contention
Freedom from resistance
Freedom from distance
Freedom begins when this rhyme ends
You must see that it is in thee that all things can be
Nothing can hold you down unless you allow it to own the crown
There is no wrong in your right
People interpret negative from the positive you displace...
Only when they are internally out of place
In your right is might unless you allow its flight
Hold on to what you do right, fix what is wrong
Avoid those that take right as wrong
There can be no right around those with twisted sight
You must strive for the right
Perfect your err and
Move toward an Heir
poem by Jeff Rushton
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Cowboy Joe
(instrumental)
Im not looking to change your mind,
Theres a place, call it home
Its no secret, the world unwinds
Maybe now youre not alone
Its just another day
In the life of cowboy joe
Straitlaced to the bone
(this story will not play? )
You take the wheel and play the chance
Suddenly the rooms divided
As in the way of true romance
Its always undecided
Its just another day
In the life of cowboy joe
Shipwrecked to the bay
(this story will not play? )
Every time he climbs back up
Smacked down with a dime
Its evens or odds now
Just ran out of time
(instrumental)
Loves a struggle, theres a fight
No bone of contention
So unhappy, well heres the bite
Thats the mother of invention
Its just another day
In the life of cowboy joe
Strange place to play
Its just another day
In the life of cowboy joe
(fade out)
song performed by by Ufo
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Thomalla
Try to compensate me with your psychological notions,
For i am virtually lipless in this game of love;
But if loving you was wrong then, i don't want to be right.
Testable! !
Like the scare of an inchoate;
But incisive as it is,
Try to compensate me with your psychological notions.
Thomalla my friend,
Do you feel the same as i do?
For i am vuirtually lipless in this game of love;
But if loving you was wrong then, i don't want to be right.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Changing Times
Beloyd taylor
As you discover changing times
You must have the strength to endure
As you discover changing world
You cant be guessing, you must be for sure
In these ever changing times
You must learn to stand up on your own
Life has so much to show you
You must be ready for the new
Space on the strife, fix up your life
Space on the strife, fix up your life
As you discover changing times
Its not so bad as you will find
As you discover changing world
A new direction you must keep in mind
Life has so much to show you
You must be ready for the new
Space on the strife, fix up your life
Space on the strife, fix up your life
We go through so many changes
As we learn to grow
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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