Ego
All the Ego
He had built
Over the years
By demeaning others
Decimating others
Silencing others -
Undermining others
Negating them
Forgetting them
Overriding them
Overtaking them
All that Ego
Of his hard-hitting
Efforts…
Got destroyed
In a jiffy -
When the earth
Attacked him
Jolted him -
Oscillated him
By shaking him
Violently with its
Mighty tremors -
Plunging him down
Into dungeons of
Mortality.
Being blown away
Like a feather
He remained -
A mute spectator
To the earthquake's
Egotistic cruelty…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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My negative approach
They accuse me of being negative
In my approach
Yes, I am negative
For positveness lies in negativeness
By negating falsehood, we are familiar with the truth
By negating disappointment, we wear the crown of hope
By negating ignorance, we get the treasure of knowledge
By negating false gods, we come close to one single God
In short
By negating darkness, we are closed to light
So I take pride in my negativeness
As it instills me with the ability
To discover positiveness.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Pro Rege Nostro
WHAT have I done for you,
England, my England?
What is there I would not do,
England, my own?
With your glorious eyes austere,
As the Lord were walking near,
Whispering terrible things and dear
As the Song on your bugles blown, England --
Round the world on your bugles blown!
Where shall the watchful Sun,
England, my England,
Match the master-work you've done,
England, my own?
When shall he rejoice again
Such a breed of mighty men
As come forward, one to ten,
To the Song on your bugles blown, England --
Down the years on your bugles blown?
Ever the faith endures,
England, my England: --
'Take and break us: we are yours,
England, my own!
Life is good, and joy runs high
Between English earth and sky:
Death is death; but we shall die
To the Song on your bugles blown, England --
To the stars on your bugles blown!'
They call you proud and hard,
England, my England:
You with worlds to watch and ward,
England, my own!
You whose mailed hand keeps the keys
Of such teeming destinies,
You could know nor dread nor ease,
Were the Song on your bugles blown, England --
Round the Pit on your bugles blown!
Mother of Ships whose might,
England, my England,
Is the fierce old Sea's delight,
England, my own,
Chosen daughter of the Lord,
Spouse-in-Chief of the ancient Sword,
There's the menace of the Word
In the Song of your bugles blown, England --
Out of heaven on your bugles blown!
poem by William Ernest Henley
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What Have I Done For You
What have I done for you,
England, my England?
What is there I would not do,
England, my own?
With your glorious eyes austere,
As the Lord were walking near,
Whispering terrible things and dear
As the Song on your bugles blown,
England -
Round the world on your bugles blown!
Where shall the watchful Sun,
England, my England,
Match the master-work you've done,
England, my own?
When shall he rejoice agen
Such a breed of mighty men
As come forward, one to ten,
To the Song on your bugles blown,
England -
Down the years on your bugles blown?
Ever the faith endures,
England, my England:-
'Take and break us: we are yours,
'England, my own!
'Life is good, and joy runs high
'Between English earth and sky:
'Death is death; but we shall die
'To the Song on your bugles blown,
'England -
'To the stars on your bugles blown!
They call you proud and hard,
England, my England:
You with worlds to watch and ward,
England, my own!
You whose mailed hand keeps the keys
Of such teeming destinies
You could know nor dread nor ease
Were the Song on your bugles blown,
England,
Round the Pit on your bugles blown!
Mother of Ships whose might,
England, my England,
Is the fierce old Sea's delight,
England, my own,
Chosen daughter of the Lord,
Spouse-in-Chief of the ancient sword,
There's the menace of the Word
In the Song on your bugles blown,
England -
Out of heaven on your bugles blown!
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Another Huge Earthquake
Another huge Earthquake in Java and thousands are missing and dead
Just one angry outburst of Nature leaving millions of people in dread
Of another mighty earth tremor the fear it is real and widespread
Of the destructive power of our Earth Mother so much has been written and said,
Another huge Earthquake to talk of the anger of Nature no human structure can hope to withstand
Once great buildings left in huge piles of rubble as if they were castles of sand
Built by children on the beach at low tide that at high tide were washed out to sea
So great is the power of our Earth Mother and not one as mighty as she,
All of life lives off of Mother Nature and of her power we are aware
And though Nature can kill thousands of people Mother Nature is never unfair
People come and go like the Seasons but Nature she lives on and on
And she will be around forever though all present life forms may be gone
But she will create new life forms and Nature is forever more
And the stream from the hill will flow down to the river that flows to the great ocean shore.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Such is Life in Every Aspect
It will be built,
And they will built it;
It will be destroyed,
And they will destroy it;
But such is life in every aspects of it,
For there is time for everything on this earth! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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England, My England
WHAT have I done for you,
England, my England?
What is there I would not do,
England, my own?
With your glorious eyes austere,
As the Lord were walking near,
Whispering terrible things and dear
As the Song on your bugles blown,
England--
Round the world on your bugles blown!
Where shall the watchful sun,
England, my England,
Match the master-work you've done,
England, my own?
When shall he rejoice agen
Such a breed of mighty men
As come forward, one to ten,
To the Song on your bugles blown,
England--
Down the years on your bugles blown?
Ever the faith endures,
England, my England:--
'Take and break us: we are yours,
England, my own!
Life is good, and joy runs high
Between English earth and sky:
Death is death; but we shall die
To the Song on your bugles blown,
England--
To the stars on your bugles blown!'
They call you proud and hard,
England, my England:
You with worlds to watch and ward,
England, my own!
You whose mail'd hand keeps the keys
Of such teeming destinies,
You could know nor dread nor ease
Were the Song on your bugles blown,
England,
Round the Pit on your bugles blown!
Mother of Ships whose might,
England, my England,
Is the fierce old Sea's delight,
England, my own,
Chosen daughter of the Lord,
Spouse-in-Chief of the ancient Sword,
There 's the menace of the Word
In the Song on your bugles blown,
England--
Out of heaven on your bugles blown!
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Check Dams
I tapped you
Love sprang like a spring.
It ran like a ravine
And jolted like a rivulet.
Then it flowed like a mighty river,
Overflowing the banks.
I drank it to stomach full.
Check dams were built.
Now the river is the ocean of sands
I am not desperate.
I will dig and smell the wet sand
22.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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They Came From Distant Places
They came from distant places to this far southern shore
The men who built the city at rest forever more
Some of them could not speak the language but they were strong and young
And they were willing workers and their praises ought be sung
The men who built the city their grandchildren old today
They worked hard to support their wives and families from their old homeland far away
They built the factories, homes and railways and they worked hard for their pay
The men who built the city for years with Nature lay
No monument built to them no last post for them played
For the men who built the city there was never a parade
Only their direct descendants would have heard of them by name
To be honest and hard working is never a claim to fame
The men who built the city their praises remain unsung
And today their grandchildren are not what one would call young.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Efforts
I'll not make
Any special
Efforts to
Please you
If you get
Pleased by my
Usual efforts
I'll thank my luck
If my efforts
Displease you
I'll say
Hard Luck
And wish you
‘Better Luck'
With someone else's
Efforts
Though I know
You'll not go
Anywhere
And still
Cling to me,
Expecting me
To please you
With more
Concerted efforts
As if your pleasure
Has always depended
On my special efforts!
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Those Who Shake A Tail Feather
Are those who shake a tail feather,
In more control than those...
Shaking all their feathers?
And if so...
Can it be said,
They are more skilled...
At shaking their tails?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nobody Wins
We do ourselves an injustice,
By demeaning the efforts of our own!
And when that is done,
Nobody wins...
Or can say they have won!
And the values we condone,
Diminish by what is shown!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yeah, she was hitting me hard. She was drunk and she was hitting me hard.
quote by David Gest
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Proud to be Lowlife
Slick and quick to cover their tracks.
But not wise enough,
To silence their bragging.
They boast of their undermining efforts.
And proud,
To be lowlife!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For some days, people thought that India was shaking. But there are always tremors when a great tree falls.
quote by Rajiv Gandhi
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A Worker Reads History
Who built the seven gates of Thebes?
The books are filled with names of kings.
Was it the kings who hauled the craggy blocks of stone?
And Babylon, so many times destroyed.
Who built the city up each time? In which of Lima's houses,
That city glittering with gold, lived those who built it?
In the evening when the Chinese wall was finished
Where did the masons go? Imperial Rome
Is full of arcs of triumph. Who reared them up? Over whom
Did the Caesars triumph? Byzantium lives in song.
Were all her dwellings palaces? And even in Atlantis of the legend
The night the seas rushed in,
The drowning men still bellowed for their slaves.
Young Alexander conquered India.
He alone?
Caesar beat the Gauls.
Was there not even a cook in his army?
Phillip of Spain wept as his fleet
was sunk and destroyed. Were there no other tears?
Frederick the Greek triumphed in the Seven Years War.
Who triumphed with him?
Each page a victory
At whose expense the victory ball?
Every ten years a great man,
Who paid the piper?
So many particulars.
So many questions.
poem by Bertolt Brecht
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23feb14 The Day After: This House
an earthquake here
like that this house
will fall judgement day
I have made my choices
but where really
is your house built?
a house
built
on sand?
or a house built
on the rock mass?
better a tin shack
in heaven
or a mansion in hell?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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One Earthquake at a Time
Upheaval can take millions of years to start,
Then mountains pile up and sea beds tear apart,
When land crashes into another piece of land,
Things disappear in the sand.
The history of the world, written in rock,
Reveals results of the after shock,
Years of cracks show the sign,
Things change one Earthquake at a time.
The value of life devoid of the crap,
Becomes acute on a rearranged map,
The depths of the earth reach the depths of the mind,
One Earthquake at a time.
poem by Richard Jarboe
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Demeaning
Living inside the emptiness
Heart and chain combined
Broken by pure loveliness
Yet that to is denied
Filled with sorrow and strife
Break not free from this feeling
Over taken by this sweet life
Yet this is all just demeaning
Demeaning into sweet caress
Demeaning into loneliness
Demeaning into happiness
No,
Uplifting into happiness
Upon no more consulting
Upon no more caress
Until you find your sweetheart
Until you find your heart
This, upon the dusty ground
Love, hope, peace, caring, trouble,
Happiness and all these feeling can be found
And you can fulfill your eternal meaning
poem by Matt Gotlieb
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The Falling Feather
A feather
floating on the air
as white as a cotton
in the space of nowhere
stubbornly
hovering
off the ground
while the lost feathered-child,
from its winged-parent's
untimely death
by the act of wind-wild
that took her breath
forcefully
sending
its feather
falls
onto the girl's palm
blown with her wish…….
chirping
tweeting
chirping
as the feather
now muddled in the sand.
poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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Earthquake
We just had long long shakes
Magnitude (only) 4, the tv said
But at the south they had it hard
As big as 8.4!
Earthquake stopped but I'm still shaking, aah! !
Alone, trying to remember what to do
If there is hate inside my heart
sure to be for that:
I HATE EARTHQUAKES! !
Relax! have to stop my shake?
I am ok, husband and daughter too
I have to stop my shake and pray
To think of others
For lives not to be lost
Please people of Japan!
Quick! To a safe place
In time to get
Away from the tsunami waves!
Tv says will be 6m high!
I am ok, still shake a bit, but pray
For ones who had it hard!
Please! All Gods of all worlds!
Take anything you want
Just don't let people die!
I wrote this minutes after the earthquake, trying to relax, (I am alway scared of earthquakes) when I cliked go, found out the internet was gone and so the phone, but so far this was the only trouble that we had.
..How could anybody guess what happened? So many people gone.. Why? ! ! We had tsunami warnings! !
Now, like the whole world, I watch results of pain and rivers of tears I let run but only when alone.. when people are around I smile and say: It's going to be ok..
poem by Elena Sandu
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