The Romans had been able to post their laws on boards in public places, confidant that enough literate people existed to read them; far into the Middle Ages, even kings remained illiterate.
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Growing Up In Public
Some people are into the power of power
The absolute corrupting power, that makes great men insane
While some people find their refreshment in action
The manipulation, encroachment and destruction of their inferiors
Growing up in public, growing up in public
Growing up in public, growing up in public with your pants down
Some people are into sadistic pleasures
They whet their desires and drool in your ears
Theyre quasi-effeminate characters in love with oral gratification
They edify your integrities, so they can play on your fears
Theyre gonna do you in public, cause youre growing up in public
Theyre gonna do it to you in public,
cause youre growing up in public with your pants down
Some people think being a man is unmanly
Some people think that the whole concepts a joke
But some people think being a man is the whole point
And then some people wish theyd never awoke
Up from a dream of nightmarish proportions
Down to a size neither regal nor calm
A prince hamlet caught the middle between reason and instinct
Caught in the middle with your pants down again
Caught in the middle, Im really caught in the middle
Im caught in the middle, caught in the middle deciding about you
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Romans Twelve
I read and re-read Romans twelve.
Until it casted a spell.
And I saw myself,
And others like me.
Instantly I realized...
I was not as free,
As I chose to be.
In these times I'm finding,
Romans twelve has helped me dispel
What I believe I had to do...
To protect a truth I myself abused!
And to release what I thought I knew too well.
This is what I discovered as I read Romans twelve.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Could We Cancel Parole Boards Jul 1st,2012
COULD WE CANCEL PAROLE BOARDS? Jul 1st,2012
BY
JAMES BREDIN
Sixteen US states have abolished their parole boards with reason,
Because actions that freed vicious prisoners amounted to treason,
And accountability to the public should be their prime concern,
Not their soft hidden left-wing agenda that they should burn.
They claim prison overcrowding has caused their strange decisions,
And public safety is not questioned or up for revisions,
Murders committed by those released are never mentioned,
The high and mighty parole boards can never be questioned.
Why have you never read about this issue till you saw it here?
Does our mostly left-wing-soft media fly low and shed a tear?
Our MPs are busy on their own little issues and this is not one,
But it's way past time that getting rid of parole boards was begun.
Jul 1st,2012
James Bredin
poem by James Bredin
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Could We Cancel Parole Boards?
Sixteen US states have abolished their parole boards with reason,
Because actions that freed vicious prisoners amounted to treason,
And accountability to the public should be their prime concern,
Not their soft hidden left-wing agenda that they should burn.
They claim prison overcrowding has caused their strange decisions,
And public safety is not questioned or up for revisions,
Murders committed by those released are never mentioned,
The high and mighty parole boards can never be questioned.
Why have you never read about this issue till you saw it here?
Does our mostly left wing soft media fly low and shed a tear?
Our MPs are busy on their own little issues and this is not one,
But it's way past time that getting rid of parole boards was begun.
Dec 5th,2010
poem by James Bredin
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Personally, I'd never seen a graphic novel. I knew they existed because friends of mine like Jonathan Ross collect them and some very literate and intelligent people really rate the graphic novel as a form.
quote by Stephen Fry
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Education is the light of child's mind
Education is the light of child's mind
It makes him literate and disciplined,
Without education in life nothing he will find,
He looks newspaper but can't read it,
It is the duty of parents to educate their child,
Othewise he will be an illiterate citizen life long,
This child leads his life in sociaty like a wild,
He dishonours his parents and troubles them,
Education makes a child a good citizen human
A child is the star of the home and Nation,
Illiteracy makes him a bad citizen inhuman,
Every Nation suffers to have illiterate creation,
Educated child will be a patriotic man and woman,
Education leads a child towards the best motivation.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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Illiterate- define
Illiterate is
Who does not know to read and write.
It is the second millennium.
Illiterate is
Who does not know to use the computer.
It is the third millennium.
06.04.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To paint comic books as childish and illiterate is lazy. A lot of comic books are very literate - unlike most films.
quote by Alan Moore
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Educational legislation nowadays is largely in the hands of illiterate people, and the illiterate will take good care that their illiteracy is not made a reproach on them.
quote by Katharine Fullerton Gerould
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Law
Laws, as we read in ancient sages,
Have been like cobwebs in all ages.
Cobwebs for little flies are spread,
And laws for little folks are made;
But if an insect of renown,
Hornet or beetle, wasp or drone,
Be caught in quest of sport or plunder,
The flimsy fetter flies in sunder.
poem by James Beattie
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Had Ocean Been My Confidant
Had ocean been my confidant
I'd have given it
All of my truths for safekeeping
Tales i would have written
Of seashells picking girls on beaches
Whose golden bodies were
Like isles of dreamland
But whose fates were
Like lines drawn in sand.
Had ocean been my confidant
I'd have given it
All my loneliness
I'd have walked with the wind
Clasping its finger in my fist
On distant paths
From whence no one comes back!
Had ocean been my confidant
I'd have given it all my depths
Stepping into its limitless
Blue bosom
I'd have made earth into my bark
Sky into my sails
I'd have made the woeful moment
Of separation
A connecting link between you and me.
Had ocean been my confidant!
(Translated from the original Urdu by Satyapal Anand)
poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir
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Confidant
We all need a confidant
to tell our deepest secrets to,
the ones we cannot share with our spouse.
Someone who will not get angry
at anything we say.
Someone who we can trust
to not spread around
what we have to say.
If we do not have a confidant
things begin to play on our mind
and the problems within them
begin to fester out of control.
Just waiting for us to release
what we have bottled up for so long.
There is no right or wrong in feelings
only our own guilt we sometimes feel.
We all need a confidant
who we can talk to.
They will be the saviour of our soul,
helping us to ride across the rocky terrains
our lives sometimes move along.
24 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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It will be of little avail to the people that the laws are made by men of their own choice if the laws be so voluminous that they cannot be read, or so incoherent that they cannot be understood.
quote by James Madison
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You watched these people go through their lives and just had a feeling that they existed outside the usual laws of nature; that there was no other group so handsome, so engaged.
quote by Charles Spalding
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Shadows
Shadows, transparent grey,
ask me about themselves,
I only know that when they exist, I exist
I too am the shadow of my own self,
How many times I have tried!
to follow you,
You kept disappearing with each step,
and then at a certain step, a certain moment,
only you remained, my shadow!
Only then I realized, my shadow, my friend
that since the beginning
only you had existed
While, In vain, like a lost child
I kept following only shadows,
It was then,
that i realized that all my life
I have been following only shadows.
They took me to certain corners, certain dark places,
and deserted streets!
Until I found myself,
I was the discoverer of my self,
I discovered that I myself was a shadow
lost among the people.
poem by Sarang Mangi
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Illiterate daughter is just like a dumb animal at home
Illiterate daughter is just like a dumb animal at home
It is the fundamental duty of parents to educate her,
In modern society a job holder girl is welcome,
Now-a-days a boy wants to marry a job holder girl,
Illiterate girl has no place in modern society at all,
Life long in husband's house uneducated girl suffers,
In her life, lack of her education is the greatest fall,
Educated girl makes her children educated too,
And she leads a happy life here and there,
Both the famlies honour her to get her income,
Educated girl will be greeted in life every where,
Wherever she works her husband will come,
Her parents will be happy to see her full of gay,
Literate girl prays for her parents heartily every day.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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October the Post Office Cat
Some thought she was a stray
That had come for scraps along the way
That might be left from the lunch
Of the post office staff; a kindly bunch.
But others knew her for what she was,
October the Post Office Cat.
She had a duty like any employee
To be on time and serve the public daily
And as any other as all know,
Had an official position just so.
October the Post Office Cat.
As soon as the walks were swept
And the doors were opened for the daily visits,
She found her space upon the walk
A bit removed so that none would balk
As they came to do their task or mail whatever.
October the Post Office Cat.
She often times was given the duty
Of minding some child whose custodian
Had business to attend
In dealing with the letters or packages within,
So she laid there carefully in the sun
Till end of day when her work was done.
October the Post Office Cat.
She was known by all who came along that way
Parking carefully throughout the day
Making sure that she was not disturbed
As she, her duties did perform.
Watching and listening to the sounds of pleasure
That only can be bestowed on one to treasure.
Yet adults knew not how to measure.
October the Post Office Cat.
On the post across the way
A yellow sign was placed on display
By the lady who ran the insurance office
Who wanted to be sure that others notice
That this was the path taken each day
As the cat came to begin her official stay.
October the Post Office Cat.
There came a time when she did not appear
And it was certainly a time to fear
That something had befallen this special one
Who worked so hard to please everyone
And the sign was removed so that all would know
That she wouldn't be there anymore.
October the Post Office Cat.
Then mysteriously the sign reappeared
On the post for all to read
Which proclaimed that this was the crossing
Reserved for the cat that all were missing.
And it's said that she comes each day
Although never seen by adults on their way
But the children know that she is there.
October the Post Office Cat.
poem by Sidi J. Mahtrow
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No one is truly literate who cannot read his own heart.
quote by Eric Hoffer
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Spare Your Time
Spare your precious time to read
You may be famous poet and likely to lead
It will be fine if you read others articles
Even though it may not be of high quality substances
It is easy to write and forget
Not to bother about others and to let
Yet it helps in long run
When time comes to be appreciated in turn
No one can function in isolation
It has direct bearing and relation
It must be met with reciprocal gesture
Else you may be excluded for very sure
It is unfortunate we disregard other articles
Don’t go into depth or try to catch pulse
Any good comment may be appreciated by everyone
But few words of criticism may be liked by none
It has remained general tendency to confine with only few
Other may post it as routinely to be read or even not to be viewed
This is unhealthy practice and one must come out of it at earliest
The poetry has been at dead end and will starve in future for best
Some of the articles are appreciated in its true perspective
They have drawn attention and remained purely subjective
It has educational angle with useful message and warning
It may prove decisive if something is done from beginning
None of the poems should go unread or without comments
It may have large implications with positive movement
The moon, stars and sky has remained ever since same
We ourselves have to be armed with new concept without any blame
Encourage new and emerging youngsters
They may not be standard composers
Yet they need our care and attention
Enough encouragement with full respect and mention
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Popularized To Address And Adorn
They've been conditioned to believe,
What happens to them in their environment...
Is a reflection of society and the general public.
And what has been done to them has been effective.
And...
Indirectly,
They are correct.
Although,
What they expose and show as a collective mindset...
With a lack of comprehension as to who they are,
Consciously speaking...
Skips and misses the point of having an identity.
And this they should know.
But many of them have been taught...
Mediocrity is acceptable.
And to be literate offends their ethnicity.
And only in the 'inner cities'...
Is this believed,
To be a fashion statement!
Where everything else,
Seems to begin to generate taste and flavor...
Before being popularized to address and adorn.
And marketed to benefit the easy life of thieves.
And this they should know.
But many of them have been taught...
Mediocrity is acceptable.
And to be literate offends their ethnicity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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