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Before

The long sigh of hiccup arises
frequently before a person die
- due to paralysis of tongue -
unable to speak and convey,

Raise to the occasion,
DO VIRTUOUS DEEDS to the humanity!

poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Psalm 145

The greatness of God.

My God, my King, thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of my days;
Thy grace employ my humble tongue
Till death and glory raise the song.

The wings of every hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty done for thee.

Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim;
Thy bounty flows an endless stream;
Thy mercy swift, thine anger slow,
But dreadful to the stubborn foe.

Thy works with sovereign glory shine,
And speak thy majesty divine;
Let Britain round her shores proclaim
The sound and honor of thy name.

Let distant times and nations raise
The long succession of thy praise,
And unborn ages make my song
The joy and labor of their tongue.

But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds?
Vast and unsearchable thy ways,
Vast and immortal be thy praise!

poem by Isaac Watts
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CX: Ability

It’s not unable, it’s just not a favor
It’s not unable, it’s just reluctance
It’s not unable, it’s just not my style
It’s not unable, it’s just wrong
It’s not unable, it’s just no time
It’s not unable, it’s just out of place
It’s not unable, it’s just not consideration
It’s not unable, it’s just objection
It’s not unable, it’s just not effective
It’s not unable, it’s just stubbornness
It’s not unable, it’s just not important
It’s not unable, it’s just mercy

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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At The Wedding Ceremony

and then it is time for the bride
to speak
as custom dictates,

her hands are trembling
her tongue
unable to utter any word
and drops of tears
fall from her eyes
she looks at the crowd
and bows her
head with so much
gratitude
on this special occasion of
her life

she cries and resigns
back to her seat

we know what she means
happiness that cannot be
contained in the hands of
words
so much bliss
so many tears falling

tears of joy!

the groom kisses her again
the audience clap
for a new beginning

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sonnet: The Tongue

Tongue, the muscle belly in the mouth’s floor!
That grandmothers used to narrate folklore;
With sensors to taste the food that we eat,
And speak fluently with neighbors who cheat.

The boneless tongue gives creatures satiety;
In misdemeanor, speaks words so nasty;
The tongue-tied man cannot speak out too well;
The one with a long tongue argues like hell.

The tongue can emit both a soothing word,
And also cut like a double-edged sword;
The tongue helps one to sing a sweet song,
And touch one’s nose-tip whenever too long.

The tongue can start a war or conclude it;
Some stars use it for their kissing habit.

poem by John Celes
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Hiccup

Chorus:
Why everytime I try to tell you how it feel
It's like a hiccup-cup come and it won't come-come
Soon as I think I'm bout to share my lovin
That's when the hiccup's comin
Why everytime I try to tell you how it feel
It's like a hiccup-cup come and it won't come-come
Soon as I think I'm bout to share my lovin
That's when the hiccup's comin

You're like a cough on a rainy day
You know the kind that gives you chest pains

song performed by by Pink from Can't Take Me Home
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Be able to hiccup silently, or at least without alerting neighbors to your situation. The first hiccup is an exception.

quote by Marilyn vos Savant
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Have You Heard a Duck Hiccup?

Has anyone seen the elite eat beets?
Has anyone ever seen them pat their feet?

Have you ever seen them groove in seats?
Or bust a move sweating in the Summer heat?

Have you heard a duck hiccup?

Have you heard a moth cough,
Flying in a loft?

Have you seen a bison eat?
And why aren't they called Buffalo,
With hot wings?

Adam and Eve I can see in Eden.
But I can't see either one elite.
I can even see them grooving in the heat.
But I can't see them with ducks cuttin' up!

Oh. Oh.
Oh. Oooohhh-a-noooah.

Has anyone seen the elite eat beets?
Has anyone ever seen them pat their feet?

Have you heard a duck hiccup?

~Huh? ~

Oh. Oh.
Oh. Oooohhh-a-noooah.

'What? '
~Huh? ~
'What? '
~Huh? ~

Have you heard a duck hiccup?

Oh. Oh.
Oh. Oooohhh-a-noooah.

'What? '
~Huh? ~
'What? '
~Huh? ~

Have you heard a duck hiccup?

Oh. Oh.
Oh. Oooohhh-a-noooah.

'What? '
~Huh? ~
'What? '
~Huh? ~

Have you heard a duck hiccup?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Psalm 39 part 1

v.1-3
C. M.
Watchfulness over the tongue.

Thus I resolved before the Lord,-
"Now will I watch my tongue;
Lest I let slip one sinful word,
Or do my neighbor wrong."

And if I'm e'er constrained to stay
With men of lives profane,
I'll set a double guard that day,
Nor let my talk be vain.

I'll scarce allow my lips to speak
The pious thoughts I feel,
Lest scoffers should th' occasion take
To mock my holy zeal.

Yet if some proper hour appear,
I'll not be overawed,
But let the scoffing sinners hear
That I can speak for God.

poem by Isaac Watts
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Hidden Things

Let them not seek to discover who I was
from all that I have done and said.
An obstacle was there that transformed
the deeds and the manner of my life.
An obstacle was there that stopped me
many times when I was about to speak.
Only from my most imperceptible deeds
and my most covert writings--
from these alone will they understand me.
But perhaps it isn't worth exerting
such care and such effort for them to know me.
Later, in the more perfect society,
surely some other person created like me
will appear and act freely.

poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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As a spider emits and draws in its thread, As plants arise on the earth, As the hairs of the head and body from a living person, So from The Eternal arises everything here.

in Maitrayaniya Upanishad
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They Don't Think So-The Rationale of Robert

I am a bad person
At least I have done bad things
I admit it.
Lied, hurt others, cheated
and things worse.
yes, I know.
All bad.

But I don't really believe that I
am a bad person.
I am a good person
who has done bad things.

Most I am sorry for;
some I am not as much
as I should.

But what am I to do?
A good person
trapped by my own bad deeds.
Should I flagellate
repent, confess?
But why?
The deeds were bad, not I.

A really good person could see that
and forgive me.
A bad person can not and will not.
So, I guess they are bad just like me.

Now that leaves the good people
who see that bad deeds are not me
and forgive.

They even may forget.
But the fact they able to do that
makes me feel inferior.

They think they are better than me
and that is bad.
So, if they make me feel bad
then they are not really good people.

So, you see the whole world is just like me
even if they don't think so.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Humans Can Help

Humans are not us,
Our moods do not suit,
Birth is desirable,
Death is absolute.

Humanity can keep us and we keep,
Lots of them are unhappy but we are,
As much as solitude, and all we care
Is the happiness to use our life.

Human help is against the rule of ours,
Good deeds must permeate our souls,
But happiness is utilised, again I go.
Humanity did not suit us when we cared.

Humans will speak more today,
The next day is like each for us
For we design the joke of eternity like humans
But no.

poem by Naveed Akram
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With loud bang

With loud bang

I was loosing my sense with loud bang
Sudden burst of cracker’s sound and rang
Big explosion near by and I found senseless
As if no body parts attached and wound on face

I wanted to shout but could not
I tried to move little forward and fought
But of no use and cries all over
How to run for shield or cover?

In seconds it was all over
The dark clouds were seen however
The rain started to pour
I felt so sad with pain and soar

I saw the bodies scattered
My all dreams shattered
It was just bang and loud explosion
Humanity y was on shame with many questions

I want to speak but can’t
I wish to see and want
But I fail as my body doesn’t cooperate
I want to show something and narrate

Please come someone here and pick
People rush from here with panic
Many lay on ground motionless
Awkward and ghastly scene to see and face

O god, hear my prayers and rescue
I am unable raise my voice and review
Who are all fallen victims to attack?
Why so many lives at risk and stake?

May be scores of people lying dead
Many concerns are possibly seen or read
They had all come with high hopes
Their life was merely hinged on ropes

Can I speak for a while?
I can’t do it for while
My body wishes but unable to do
Only life is left there to feel true

Oh God, give them some lesson
To pick innocent lives can be no reason
They are dear and near to someone
Few losses here and there may help no one

Thousands more may die in such fashion
Bereaved families may loudly cry and get mention
But how long we may bear such losses?
What are we doing to protect when silent are the bosses?

*Bomb explosion near high court in India*

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Active Detractors

Active detractors,
Are the first to become highly incensed.
When their covert actions to divert attention,
Does not influence
With their negative intentions meant.

The use of slander and deceit to defeat,
A position taken or one to despised
Only increases the integrity seen,
Before those who have opened eyes.

And everything tried by those in hiding,
In the creation of more of their lies to achieve
Only exposes them to be the doers,
To be the cause of unsolved explanations.
Received by some as mysteries.
But discovered to be the reasons cloaked and undercover,
To be in the way delaying what should and could be
Successes to be believed.

And those active detractors,
Only desire blame to shame
Those who live to do good deeds to please,
All of humanity.
And not their own selfish feeding of greed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A real deep love

Deep rooted eternal love for Lord Krishna
Calm water flowing in river Yamuna
It is story of Lord Krishna and his disciples
Never to be found any where based on principles,

Love for lord not hidden at heart
Even though He tried to be smart
Still felt loneliness by His absence
The life was devoid of any essence

Age old love bond still existed
Sung on tongue of everyone and insisted
It is divine love not understood in perspective
Lord remain in their heart and very active

He is not with them still there is existence
The want to be with Him at once
It is sad occasion for them now
They have no idea to over come or how?

This is present day scene
We have forgotten Him since
All curses befall on us and threaten
We have no escape route even

Let wisdom prevail with good sense
It is must to ease the tension hence
No one can live in without peace
It is essential to live at ease

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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C-h-r-i-s-t-m-a-s

C is for Christ who was born on this day.
H is for Hope his birth will always convey.
R is for Redemption he has passed our way.
I is for his Ignominious suffering and persecution.
S is for Sins which now have a solution.
T is for Thanks for God’s wondrous deeds.
M is for his Miracles with all peoples and creeds.
A is for the Almighty and his eternal gift of love.
S is for Salvtion we will receive from above.

poem by Gregory Huyette
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Cantiga de Santa Maria No. 194

Just as the name of the Virgin is beautiful to the virtuous,
so against evil doers it is mighty and fearful.
Concerning this, a miracle happened in the land of Catalonia to a minstrel who sang well, with grace and ease, earning a good living, he came to lodge in the house of a greedy knight
Just as the name of the Virgin is beautiful to the virtuous,
…
who gave him all that he needed that night. However, that base and avaricious knight began to covet so greatly the donkey and clothes belonging to that minstrel that he ordered one of his men, evil and cruel,
Just as the name of the Virgin is beautiful to the virtuous,
…
to go with another of his group and waylay him in a hidden place in the mountains. The man did so gladly, for it was a favorite pastime of his, and I assure you, he was always eager to do dastardly deeds.
Just as the name of the Virgin is beautiful to the virtuous,
…
He took a companion of the same ilk with him. The next morning the minstrel took leave of the knight, and, as soon as he was on his way and they saw him travelling all alone, those two caught him in a steep and rocky place.
Just as the name of the Virgin is beautiful to the virtuous,
…
They dragged him far off the road and did not leave him anything of what he was carrying. Then they decided between them to cut off his head, but neither the Virgin nor Her glorious Son would permit it.
Just as the name of the Virgin is beautiful to the virtuous,
…
While the two were arguing over which one would kill him, they cast lots to see who would go first, but Holy Mary would not allow such a deed to be carried out, for the minstrel cried out loudly: "Mother of the merciful King
Just as the name of the Virgin is beautiful to the virtuous,
…
do not let them kill me, defend me without delay." They, when they heard this, began to run away and lost all feeling in their bodies at that moment so that they could not speak. The minstrel who had been robbed
Just as the name of the Virgin is beautiful to the virtuous,

…
of all he had possessed when he saw that they were in that state, staring at each other and not speaking between themselves, took all his belongings and went away and they remained in great fear of death
Just as the name of the Virgin is beautiful to the virtuous,
…
No one had ever heard tell of such a marvelous miracle that uttering the name of the Virgin might cause a man to feel nothing in his body. However, the prophet said long ago that Her name was as terrible as a mighty army.
Just as the name of the Virgin / is beautiful to the virtuous,
…
The minstrel went on his way, giving joyful praise to the glorious Virgin, salvation of sinners. All who heard of this, both great and small, considered it a noble and merciful miracle.

poem by Alfonso X the Wise
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Just Do Your Deeds and Be Done With It

Just do your deeds and be done with it.
Why struggle against ignorance...
When the force of it,
Can create powerful setbacks.

Just do your deeds and be done with it.
Without the need to seek attention.
Your deeds done will speak for themselves.
Leave them to do what it is to benefit!
And go.

Those living to fulfill an ego,
Will never understand...
Why their lives lived,
Have less peace in them!

Just do your deeds and be done with it.
That is all The Almighty requires.
And this 'Deity' is the judge of your soul.
No other opinion does The One solicit!

Just do your deeds and be done with it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Hymn to the Unsung Heroes

Under the green sods, lie unknown
The mighty warriors of our land.
Strong and steadfast they marched to the field,
Wielding weapons in their hand.

Their daring and their deeds of grit,
Secured freedom for our land.
Blessed be the wombs that bore,
Those dauntless men of fiery brand.

Plucked away from hearth and kin,
They oft dwelt in lands unknown.
Many a laurel they had won.
Living a dismal life forlorn.

Lay in ambush in dingy trench
Crossed swords with formidable might
Starved to death in enemy camps
Fought with verve for country's right

The resolute brigade knew no rest
Ease and comfort, they had none
To drill and discipline, they were wed
Life's winsome pleasures, they did shun

Bravely bared their manly breasts
Before triggered guns and flying bullets
Shed out every dropp of blood
To save the nation from rival blasts

Long, long may their memories last
Let every tongue their daring praise
Let the Nation bow its head
Let their deeds, our morale raise.

poem by Valsa George
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Retirement Speech

if i could tell you wriggles are here for
nuclear retirement
do i know where we go
dioxide
i suppose
i always had a person a person i had to talk to
impassive to all the elements
so active and cozy too
Into a time creek
cricket pitch had me
I see retirement
do i know
where we go
dioxide
i suppose
i always had a person a person i had to talk to
impassive to all the elements
so active and cozy too
but do i forget to mention
the adaptor linkin me to you
R

song performed by by Yuppie Flu
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