On a Vulgar Error
No. It's an impudent falsehood. Men did not
Invariably think the newer way Prosaic
mad, inelegant, or what not.
Was the first pointed arch esteemed a blot
Upon the church? Did anybody say How
modern and how ugly? They did not.
Plate-armour, or windows glazed, or verse fire-hot
With rhymes from France, or spices from Cathay,
Were these at first a horror? They were not.
If, then, our present arts, laws, houses, food
All set us hankering after yesterday,
Need this be only an archaising mood?
Why, any man whose purse has been let blood
By sharpers, when he finds all drained away
Must compare how he stands with how he stood.
If a quack doctor's breezy ineptitude
Has cost me a leg, must I forget straightway
All that I can't do now, all that I could?
So, when our guides unanimously decry
The backward glance, I think we can guess why.
poem by Clive Staples Lewis
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France is not poetic; she even feels, in fact, a congenital horror of poetry. Among the writers who use verse, those whom she will always prefer are the most prosaic.
quote by Charles Baudelaire
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Outside the House
Walking yesterday in an outlying neighbourhood,
I went by the house
I used to go to when I was very young.
There Eros with his wonderful power
laid hold of my body.
And yesterday
when I walked down the old road,
shops, pavement, stones,
walls and balconies and windows-
all were suddenly made beautiful by the spell of love:
there was nothing ugly left there.
And as I stood staring at the door,
stood lingering outside the house,
my whole being radiated
the sensual passion stored up inside me.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Terse Verse
Terse little verse, gold from beauties purse
In my soul thou so give
And on its worth my life I live
Terse little verse, gold from beauties purse
Love is a morsel of thine treasure
In one ounce is my immense pleasure
Terse little verse, gold from beauties purse
Sing like a muse
and in poetry fuse
my soul into verse from beauties purse
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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I'm In The Mood Again
Hail to the taxis
They go where I go
Farewell the newspapers that know more than I know
Flung under a street-lamp still burning at dawn
I'm in the mood again
I walk the damp streets rather than slumber
Along the fine windows of shameless and plunder
But none of their riches could ever compare
I'm in the mood again
I don't know what's come over me
But it's nothing that I'm doing wrong
You took the breath right out of me
Now you'll find it in the early hours
In a lover's song
I lay my head down on fine linens and satin
Away from the mad-hatters who live in Manhattan
The Empire State Building illuminating the sky
I'm in the mood, I'm in the mood, I'm in the mood again.
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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My Life Is So Hard
You are an arrow and I am a bird
God shot the arrow right into my heart!
Now I am wounded but you are a quack doctor
So you can’t give me the treatment that I look for.
Now money is the most important factor
But I am poor can’t afford a good doctor.
Still I bleed and it seems I will run out of blood
But there’s no one to help me my life is so hard.
poem by Asif Andalib
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France, mother of arts, of warfare, and of laws.
quote by Joachim du Bellay
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The dog of God
No pet that ever plays around
and lays its head
down on a prayer mat,
or hunting dog that sniffing
follows the track,
rather he is a wolf
that rips apart in hate
when he gets the sent of blood.
Still, certainly he is unique
armoured like a dragon
with fire that devours
when he opens his mouth.
How many girls
did he fry as witches
and for how many men of God
fire was his resort?
Even for Jeanne d'Arc
that with help from above
(or so she believed)
tried to rescue her nation,
there was no absolution
and fire was his word and law.
[Reference: Die hond van God by NP van Wyk Louw. “Domini canes” – “The dogs of the Lord” – is how Roman Catholic Dominicans are known and to whom the leaders of the Inquisition primary belonged. This verse illustrates how easily man can make mistakes, where the church and state are one. Who reads this verse as an assault on the Roman Catholic Church misinterprets it.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Wistfully Watching
They explore the world
through windows,
church windows,
school windows,
two up, two down windows,
castle windows,
large windows,
small windows.
They see it all,
from blameless to guilty,
from noble to treacherous,
through windows.
From skyscraper windows,
to basement flat windows,
from paupers windows,
and palace windows
they watch, absorb, suck it in.
Later when they have grown
they will remember,
try to empathise,
rationalise
decipher the coded metaphors,
but some day
they will be demoralised
by the windows of life.
There they sit __ wistfully watching __
the children
of our times.
poem by Ruth Walters
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An ode to the past poets
A heartfelt thanks
for the mothers and fathers of verse
you've saved me from this wretched, modern day society
the ever so present calamity
I no longer have to worry 'bout life
twenty years past
still with my wife
been a bad boy
a time or two
forgiven over and over
thanks to you
for when I'm bad, good or in a pensive mood
I need not brood
I grab my pen and then, and then
just write again
poem by Matt Mondschein
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Pat's Criticism
There's a story that's old,
But good if twice told,
Of a doctor of limited skill,
Who cured beast and man
On the " cold-water plan,"
Without the small help of a pill.
On his portal of pine
Hung an elegant sign,
Depicting a beautiful rill,
And a lake where a sprite,
With apparent delight,
Was sporting in sweet dishabille.
Pat McCarty one day,
As he sauntered that way,
Stood and gazed at that portal of pine;
When the doctor with pride
Stepped up to his side,
Saying, "Pat, how is that for a sign ? "
"There's wan thing," says Pat,
"Ye've lift out o' that,
Which, be jabers! is quoite a mistake:
It's trim, and it's nate;
But, to make it complate,
Ye shud have a foine burd on the lake."
"All! indeed! pray, then, tell,
To make it look well,
What bird do you think it may lack?"
Says Pat, "Of the same
I've forgotten the name,
But the song that he sings is 'Quack - quack!'"
poem by Charles Follen Adams from Yawcob Strauss and Other Poems
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A Guava fruit a day
An apple a day
keeps the doctor away
is a proverb;
Alas! the cost of an apple
is more than twenty rupee;
It does not suit everybody's pocket,
So go to another alternative fruit,
Cost effective to all purse
and competitive in price;
Take it as a policy,
A Guava fruit a day
keeps diabetes away,
It is a new saying to follow from today.
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Melancholy Mood
A little collie weed to ease I grief
too much agony living in the limits of big city
a little collie weed to meditate
too much insanity in this society
melancholy mood I eat for my food melancholy mood
rise this morning smile with the sun
oh I'm blessed another day has begun
everything in life has its purpose
find its reason it has its season
melancholy mood I eat for my food melancholy mood
tears leave my eyes I just want to fly
deep down I feel pain
but I know I must rise again
from this melancholy mood melancholy mood
melancholy mood I eat for my food melancholy mood
song performed by by Ziggy Marley
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Sex & The Church
Though the idea of compassion
Is said to be
The union of christ
And his bride, the christian
Its all very puzzling
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
And the church
And the church
All the great mystic religions
Put strong emphasis, on
Redeame this spiritual qualities
Of sex of sex
Chrstianity
Has been pretty modern
About sex
Of sex of sex of sex of sex
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex sex
I think there is a union
Between the flesh and the spirit
Its sex and the church
Sex and the church
All religions mother
Give me youre freedom of spirit
And the joys of the flesh
Of sex sex sex and the church
Give me youre freedom of spirit
And the joys of the flesh
Of sex sex sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
And the church
And the church
Sex sex
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex sex
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
And the church
And the church
Sex sex
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex sex
Sex
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex sex
song performed by by David Bowie
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The Dauber
In stilly grove beside the sea
He mingles colours, measures space;
A bronze and breezy man is he,
Yet peace is in his face.
Behold him stand and longly stare,
Till deft of hand and deep of eye
He captures on a canvas square
The joy of earth and sky.
Aloof from servitude and strife,
From carking care and greed apart,
Beneath the blue he lives his life
Of Nature and of Art.
He grieves his pictures must be sold,
Aye, even when his funds are low,
And fat men pay a purse of gold
He sighs to see them go.
My loving toil is of the pen,
Yet while my verse is not unread,
His pictures will be living when
My tropes are dim and dead.
God gives us talents great and small,
And though my rhymes I'll never rue,
Sometimes I wish that after all
I were a dauber too.
poem by Robert William Service
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Invariably
In the morning
I invariably...
Say to you,
How much
I love you :)
In the evening,
I invariably...
Forget about you
And say to him:
It's only you :)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Creola
By: jimmy buffett, ralph macdonald, william salter
Chorus:
Creola
In my sola
I loved what they were sayin
I loved what they were playin
Creola
Creola
On my victrola
Makes me feel like dancin
Fall in love romancin the melody
Creola, creola, creola for me
I remember as a child all the happiness and smiles
Flowed around my grandmas sunday table
While auntie mae was sayin grace
Papa t would sneak a taste
Catch a funny look from my cousin mabel
Then daddyd beat the drum
The old folks start to hum
Sing the only song that we all knew
Ambiance so fine, dancin drinkin wine
Sing about the lifestyle on the bayou
Chorus:
Creola (creola)
In my sola (sola)
Loved what they were sayin (sayin)
Loved what they were playin (playin)
Creola
Creola (creola)
On my victrola (victrola)
Makes me feel like dancin (dancin)
Fall in love romancin the melody
(do do do do, do do do do)
Creola, creola (creola), creola for me
Its in the mood, its in the blood
Its in the food, its in the mud
Its a spicy kind of life
Creola
Its in the mood, its in the blood
Its in the food, its in the mud
Creola, creola, creola for me
(pan instrumental)
The years have come and gone
Still the old song lingers on
I keep it in my heart with fond affection
Like the family good luck charm
That keeps away the harm
Creolas always there for my protection
Chorus:
Creola (creola)
Good for your sola (sola)
Loved what they were sayin (sayin)
Loved what they were playin (playin)
Creola
Creola (creola)
On my victrola (victrola)
Makes me feel like dancin (dancin)
Fall in love romancin the melody
(do do do do, do do do do)
Creola, creola (creola), creola for me
Its in the mood, its in the blood
Its in the food, its in the mud
Its a spicy kind of life
Creola
Just repeat the words I say
About a thousand times a day
Creola, creola
Its in the mood, its in the blood
Its in the food, its in the mud
Its a spicy kind of life
Creola
Just forget about the mumbo jumbo
Hello to the world of gumbo
Creola, creola
Its in the mood, its in the blood
Its in the food, its in the mud
Its a spicy kind of life
Creola
Its in the mood, its in the blood
Its in the food, its in the mud
Creola, creola
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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LONELY ISSUES TOILET TISSUES...by talile ali
ALWAYS SITTING
SOMEWHERE ALONE
DON'T WANNA EVER USE THE
TELEPHONE
WAITING FOR AN
IMPORTANT CALL
A MEETING SOMEWHERE
A JOB THIS FALL
THE CHANGE IN TEMPO
THE UGLY MOOD
THE USE OF STENCIL
AND PASTELS OF NUDES
ALL WET AND ANXIOUS
TO BE AT THE CROSS
AND HOLDING HEATHER
NOT THINKING OF COST
THE WINDOWS CRACKED
WATERS DOWN THE DRAIN
CAN'T HELP FEELING
I JUST CAN'T EXPLAIN
THE THINGS YOU WANTED
THE THINGS YOU BELIEVE
CAN'T STOP THINKING
WHO NEXT YOU'LL DECEIVE
poem by Talile Ali
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Happy Doctors’ Day,2008
All doctors are not demi-gods;
No doctor is miraculous;
All doctors are human beings,
Who help the sick and try to cure.
But doctors deal with human lives;
The profession’s noblest of all;
The Healer is Almighty God;
The doctor is His instrument.
The world is rife with ailments new;
The doctor strives his best to cure;
The doctor lessens suffering;
The miracles are done by God.
Yet, newer therapies have come;
The future for patients is bright;
Let people be more health-aware,
And live lives longer happily.
‘A Happy Doctors’ Day, ’08! ’
Pray God gives cures for more ailments;
The body’s, mind’s health stands foremost;
The doctor is like you, human.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-1-2008
poem by John Celes
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Don't Waste Food
Hundreds and thousands have toiled under the scorching sun of summer,
to grow the food which so comfortably we eat.
think of food as the fruit of labor of thousands of hours,
rather than just rice and wheat.
millions die due to lack of food, so is their fate,
but we are lucky to have every time enough in our plate.
we may never go to the fields to produce the food,
but my friend 'food saved is food produced'.
so lets take a vow today to put in our plate only that much which we can eat,
so that even a single single grain may not go waste.
poem by Sunny Mittal
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Hammer Horror
You stood in the belltower,
But now youre gone.
So who knows all the sights
Of notre dame?
Theyve got the stars for the gallant hearts.
Im the replacement for your part.
But all I want to do is forget
You, friend.
Hammer horror, hammer horror,
Wont leave me alone.
The first time in my life,
I leave the lights on
To ease my soul.
Hammer horror, hammer horror,
Wont leave it alone.
I dont know,
Is this the right thing to do?
Rehearsing in your things,
I feel guilty.
And retracing all the scenes,
Of your big hit,
Oh, god, you needed the leading role.
It wasnt me who made you go, though.
Now all I want to do is forget
You, friend.
Hammer horror, hammer horror,
Wont leave me alone.
The first time in my life,
I leave the lights on
To ease my soul.
Hammer horror, hammer horror,
Wont leave it alone.
I dont know,
Is this the right thing to do?
Who calls me from the other side
Of the street?
And who taps me on the shoulder?
I turn around, but youre gone.
Ive got a hunch that youre following,
To get your own back on me.
So all I want to do is forget
You, friend.
Hammer horror, hammer horror,
Wont leave me alone.
The first time in my life,
I leave the lights on
To ease my soul.
Hammer horror, hammer horror,
Wont leave it alone.
I dont know,
Is this the right thing to do?
song performed by by Kate Bush
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