Sonnet: Suppression
Man in authority does man suppress,
And treats his subordinate like a slave!
Despite no mistake, at him he will rave,
Threatens his job if he doesn’t him impress.
Man sans talents suppresses man with much!
Former prevents progress of latter;
But not for long, Time is the great healer;
The suppressed outshines the empowered wretch!
Seek greatness not by suppressing others!
Greatness is inborn and God-giv’n to all;
Suppression, progression only defers;
Each one in his time gets his credit-call.
If suppress others, you nev’r can perform;
The suppressed with time gets back his form!
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: On Greatness
Greatness is not a thing, much like an art;
Some man turns great if on it he stumbles;
His greatness ceases, if he thinks, he's great;
Great is he truly who tho' great, humbles.
Greatness is not true greatness, self-proclaimed;
Greatness is not what world showers on us;
Greatness is neither got by being claimed.
Greatness is not achieved by making fuss.
Greatness could come if world decides to give;
Greatness will stay if God blesses our work;
Such greatness, God-destined comes while men live;
Greatness can grow even without much luck.
Greatness doesn't come to everyone on earth;
Some men are made great; some are great by birth.
poem by John Celes
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Talents Die Easily In Africa!
Oh talents, oh talents!
Talents do die easily in Africa;
But, talents are special gifts which,
Money cannot buy.
It is a special gift,
It is in you,
You don't even need a Higher Degree for them;
Talents are everywhere on this earth.
The talents of Africa do die very often,
Who is even ready to listen to them?
The true talents of the Africans go to the drain.
Like a rain on a train,
Like an early wake up call without a view;
Life is really so strange over here in Africa.
I have a dream!
But, who will listen?
My brain is with various talents but,
Who will help me with my dreams?
Talents, talents, talents! !
Africa turns to regress in this field while,
Others do progress!
Our talents can be useful,
It's time we give a helping hand;
Oh talents, oh talents!
It's time we listen to those who have them;
Cos', we are the world.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Suppress The Pain
Suppress the pain and I'll become somebody you don't understand
Suppress the pain and the person you once knew becomes cold hearted
Suppress the pain and the person you once knew no longer exists
Suppress the pain and I become stronger not weaker
Supress the pain and I won't care about you Suppress the pain and I'll say to you what you once said to me
poem by Erica Santana
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Suppress
When we are young, we suppress our feelings
for they say we’re too young to know.
We let love pass us by too many times
and in later years we look back
tears forming in our eyes
for those who got away
because we were too young to try.
Each life is filled with heartaches
such as these I describe
and we’ll regret those mistakes
until the day we die.
Sometimes we meet an old love
and all those yesterdays once more
before us begin to unfold.
Can love blossom a second time
long passed the winters of discontent,
long passed the flower of our youth.
What happens when love’s feelings
again begin to awake,
do we suppress them once again
or let our feeling flow.
The answer is not ours to make,
but for time to only know.
28 July 2010
poem by David Harris
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Greatness
You want to be led to greatness.
You believe that it comes,
Without pain and sacrifice.
You perceive it to be a condition taught.
Something instructed or can be bought.
Something delivered upon your acceptance.
But no one known that is considered great...
Waited in anticipation to have it placed,
And presented on a plate as they safely ate!
Greatness isn't something someone takes.
Greatness is announced...
After someone has been trounced,
Through the trenches!
And 'remarkably' survives.
Surprising even the one who is stunned.
This was not a consideration,
In the mind of one who kept focused...
On what at the time,
Needed to be done!
And greatness was bestowed,
By what one did and showed!
Rising to heights,
Inspite of opposition!
And not submitting to a conformity,
That sits and seeks to be led!
Greatness is ahead of those,
Following!
Those feeding,
Upon wishes to be fed!
By that which has been left,
To nibble and taste...
From pioneering explorations!
In a desperation to succeed!
And most times discovered,
In disregard of danger!
In disregard...
Of blood one might bleed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tempus
Time our foe,
Time our friend,
Time, the only one to mend
All we break and destroy in our time.
Time, the one to draw the line,
Between our present and our past,
Between our first and also our last.
Time the healer,
Time the knife
That cuts and scars us through our life.
Time our fortune,
Time our loss,
Time our slave,
And time the boss.
Time for our pleasures,
Time for our sorrows.
Time for our angst and hope for our morrows.
So much time yet not enough.
And finally, time, the candle snuff.
Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
quote by William Shakespeare
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Dreams, What Greatness Is Made Of!
A thought
A dream
A glimmer of light that takes Flight
In the midde of the Night
These are the things of Greatness
For time is of of the essence
There can be no lateness
To reach the pinnacle
The time for action
is now
Do Not Bow
Take your dream into action
For it is with a thought
A Dream
that great things are built on! !
Freedom: Built on A Dream
We have America
Electricity: Built on A Dream
We have Heat
Dreams What Greatness is made of
Thoughts into action what Greatness is made of!
Peter LeBuhn
poem by Peter LeBuhn
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Freedom's Bond
It's your dream come true
You are free, free to be, free to breathe
Free to see, what do you see?
What do you be?
Freedom's price, bondage's ice
You have a dream?
Chase it till it becomes your reality
Spread your wings
Soar around the rings
Of Saturn's infinity
How do you feel?
Do your wings feel weak?
Or do you feel like one of the gods of the Greeks?
One day at a time you took
One feet at a time you looked
Six feet, six inches above all
Success, the greatness before the fall
It's lonely at the top I heard
How many eagles shave your beard?
It's your dream come true
Does pride blind you or bonds you as his bride
Till all the lowly bound you chide
And your glorious tears you hide
And your darkest fears in you confide
Can anyone else come through?
Reach you, teach you, feel you? ...
Free you?
You.
Bound for the skies.
Bound.
Free for the stars.
Freedom. Greatness. Success. Freedom.
Do the winds fade your wings?
Do you just dream of sitting
Do you just wish for a sound.
Sound.
The chickens call it laughter.
How does it feel?
Happy ever after
Or take me before after?
You were great before anyone screamed your name
You were great before the fame
You were great, before the game
Six feet at a time, six under in no time
The hurricane washed that beach
And those two people away
One day at a time, each day is a dream come true
No matter what happens in it
One day at a time
One day and no time
No time and no you
Free your mind and be you
For in no time, there will be no you.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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Palinode for an equinox
this time of year offers
naught for our comfort
so it might appear
days draw in. the year
seems tired at the thought
of doing it all over again
colder as if
the heart has said its last
and hope itself had forgotten
what it's supposed to do
this time of year
is a test of mind. a huge
seasonal game, thought up
by a child's wisdom and
suppressed laughter, lips
bubbling with love
on a sunny day, this time of year,
feel the spring, with
suppressed laughter haha caught you
stealing in like Dad to your bedroom on
Christmas Eve with
something the heart hopes for
but didn't expect it would get this year
pull this cracker with me
and a little present falls out
wrapped in a curl of timeless...
here, read it for yourself
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The 'Potential' For Greatness IS There
If a greatness is indeed appreciated,
Wouldn't it take more than one to satiate the taste?
It would lessen the propaganda.
And the hype of it would not be faked.
'Well...
Okay.
Let me say...
The 'potential' for greatness is there.'
mmm...
That makes the taste of it easier to take,
Somehow.
That way,
My expectations aren't set so high.
And I can determine what is given,
More delicious than it is!
You get my point?
'I think so.
YOU want to determine,
The 'greatness'.
And when and 'if' that should be labelled as such!
Giving 'you' a purpose to encourage and spread the word.'
Of course.
I don't want to have it enforced.
I would think you would want my expectations to rise!
To declare something 'great'...
Leaves it to be criticized and opened to be downsized.
'Maybe we should hire you to do our marketing? '
Well...
As you yourself stated,
The 'potential' for greatness is there.
'I now can see,
The point you are making.
The potential for greatness 'IS' there.'
Exactly!
There is no need to overwhelm the message.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You can't suppress creativity, you can't suppress innovation.
quote by James Daly
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The man who is anybody and who does anything is surely going to be criticized, vilified, and misunderstood. That is part of the penalty for greatness, and every great man understands it; and understands, too, that it is no proof of greatness. The final proof of greatness lies in being able to endure continously without resentment.
quote by Elbert Hubbard
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I would point out that the cultural advance of these people has been suppressed in the past and continues to be suppressed in the present by policies designed to keep them in ignorance.
quote by Hideki Tojo
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Do Not Stop
i completely agree
that when you're well read
you need not be
number one,
i agree, about bias and prejudice
about some crooked explanations
about the way how the rules are changed from time to time
without prior notice to fit what is it that must be liked
we are bound by the greatness of the past
we reject the casualness of the present
you must remember
and must always remember
'know thyself'
and that is greatness enough
continue what your heart is telling you
'do not stop! ! '
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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0162 Greatness
How great is greatness? asks my questing soul:
scenting behind that quest, eternity;
that dark which, studied, lights the dazzling whole
and brings to finite thought, infinity;
as when great singers sing, all hearts can sing;
great dancers give us sense that all can dance;
great actors speak for all of us; we think
to know all painted greatness at one glance:
we know already, greatness' unfenced whole,
we know that boundless place, the human heart;
Creation is no secret to our soul;
all being sings its song in every part.
How glorious those sages who can see
in everything that lives, totality!
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Time's God.
Respect a second
Minute will mind
Honour an hour
Days will deliver
Weigh a week
Month will multiply
Weigh the wages
Year will yield
Time runs the note
Time cooks the food
Time is timeless
Time paddles the world
Time is a healer,
Healer can be only Him
There you have it!
Time's God, God's time
poem by T. Ebi Ken Jemine
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Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
quote by William Shakespeare
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God is Asleep
even God
needs time to sleep
spare Him this
Time with your
praise
i think he is fed-up
with all the praises
and invocations
and prayers for peace
and progress
and other prayers for
self-interest
Let us try a little bit
altruistic not
Disturbing Him
in his rest today
I think
he likes us better
on ourselves
independent of his
kindness
where we are kind
because we are
not because He is
I guess
we can write poetry
without
including his
originality
His poetic greatness
is above
board this time
we try on our
own
be glad for
He loves this
quest
on our own hands
on our own feet
with our own
heart as guide.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Weeping for the Family
I cry for parents who’re so busy
They never have any time to play
I cry for children whose childhood were
Suppressed or spoilt or stolen away
I sob for girls who become mothers
Long before they are really ready
I wail for boys who become fathers
Long before they can keep things steady
I shed tears for that sad little girl
Who doesn’t know the warmth of mother’s love
I howl and I bawl for that mad boy
Whose lone father is the One above
My eyes bleed for the indignity
God rescue us from insanity!
poem by Howard Simon
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