Outdoors And Indoors
Outdoor companies and indoor lovers,
And of a bright idea to accomplish;
But impartial justice is not what we need on this earth.
A great sense of humour,
Everyone needs to feel accepted;
For the journey of life continues,
And we have to face the facts around us.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Life's Justice
Life's cruel justice finds me yet, once again.......
Each day I rise to one more wrinkle neath my eye. Each tell a story, that's written upon my face... A journey accepted many year ago and it continues today..One of obstructed paths and contradiction along the way...
Life's cruel justice finds me yet, once again.
My body lost to the pain of each passing night reaches into the blackness for resolve.
Life's cruel justice has found me again.
Enduring the pain has created chaos in my thoughts and within few remembered dreams.. 'It's difficult to say, the last time I dreamed.'
Life's justice has found me, and death, lies next to me as I struggle on the edge of the shadows of the dark, hoping death leaves my side and gives me, one more night.
(DOR,061511)
Much ado
The one who indulges in fornication
Indoor
Is still a chaste woman outdoor.
The one who indulges in courtship
outdoor
is branded unchaste to one and all.
Much ado about nothing;
Little ado about hidden things.
20.06.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Delayed Justice...
(This poem is dedicated to Hollister #22.)
Delayed justice is better than no justice.
The world will always be round.
Facts cannot be altered; prejudice
Is a major impediment to reach sound
Justice. Justice is all we want,
Fairness is what we fight for,
Justice is what we cry for,
Fairness is what we want.
All lives are special.
All God's children are beautiful.
All colors are essential,
To make the rainbow normal.
Justice, Justice is what we want,
Fairness is what we fight for.
Equality under the law is critical.
Equal shade can only make the rainbow
More beautiful and more impartial;
No justice will always be a Big No, No.
Justice is what we cry for,
Fairness is what we want.
The world will always be round.
Finally, we can hear the sound
Of the bells. Justice is around
The corner; she is upward bound.
Delayed justice is better than no justice.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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The Journey without shortcuts
The Journey traveled without shortcuts,
is a journey worth taking.
For there are no shortcuts,
to any place worth going.
The destination does not matter,
but the Journey to it does.
For at the destination,
you will not learn anything.
You will not accomplish much either.
On the Journey to it, however,
you learn many things,
and accomplish much.
On the Journey,
you learn. You learn that,
'We are not human beings on a spiritual journey,
but spiritual beings on a human journey.' (-my good friend Joe)
So travel hard,
and travel well.
Choose your companions wisely,
and leave everything behind.
Never look back,
always move forward.
For 'Yesterday is history,
and history is miles away.' (-Matthew West)
But never forget anything either,
learn all that you can,
and treasure the good times.
Then this Journey will be like no other.
This is the Journey,
of life.
Our life here on Earth,
so don't take shortcuts.
This Journey won't be easy,
but you have a guide.
The guide will never leave your side,
and he will carry you through the rough terrain.
He loves you more than you will ever know,
and he gave you this Journey,
so travel it while holding his hand.
You are not alone.
So again,
never look back,
but don't forget either,
and don't stop.
Don't take any shortcuts,
run the whole race.
You are not alone
on this Journey,
the Journey of life.
(13 Jan.2009)
poem by Melissa Wagner
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Where In The World
Where in the world did you go?
Without a clue, without a word
What on earth did I do wrong?
You won't believe how much I hurt
I can't believe the mess we're in
My sense of humour wearing thin
Gets away with murder every day
Can't you hear me, won't you make it go away?
Enough to taste of bitterness
Hits me in the face, someone else's wish
Here I lay awake, alone
Just wishing you'd come home
You leave me desolate and torn
Go and fight in someone else's war
And so you put us both to shame
Don't come near me
Don't you make it go away
I can't believe the mess we're in
My sense of humour wearing thin
No ones getting younger anyway
Can't you hear me, won't you make it go away?
I can't believe the mess we're in
My sense of humour wearing thin
Gets away with murder every other day
Can you hear me, won't you make it go away?
Won't you make it go away?
Won't you make it go away?
song performed by by Erasure
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We are on the Great Journey,
We are on the Great Journey,
We are on the Great Journey,
That we are on trod of great Tribulation,
I can perceive,
That the Journey is not an End but a MEANS,
We will see Justice Prevail,
Mankind will get that House of Heaven,
The Stars of TRUTH commit no Felonies,
This Journey hast no Ending.
poem by Abdul Karim
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Life or Game
Life is a game,
Life is a tournament,
Life is something which can be won or lost,
Life games can be indoor or outdoor,
Life is something which in which if you do wrong,
Life don't have a restart button,
Life is Life,
Life is Game.
poem by Afia Shahid
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Mankind to justice,
Mankind to justice,
Mankind to justice will prevail,
The last man that hops will seek that little to the best,
Like this little earth hast no morals,
What is man's happiness?
Not that which we desire,
But that movement that will never lie and bring justice,
There is no good or evil,
There is the Heavenly Realm that will make man realise this beauty,
Thinking of my own picture there is that manna from Heaven,
I feel that I need this time that is my sign,
There is taste that is Beauty than morals could imagine,
Mankind that hast no felonies,
This is the Right Justice that will save Humanity from lies,
In all that is to be done under the sun,
No more barbarism in what we call intelligent,
Since LOVE is greater than Half missing,
We are on that journey called Blessed,
And there are those that worked efficiently to see that good prevailed on earth,
What is genius?
It is the idea that will save HUMAN HEARTS,
It is not a realism on crime and felonies.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Distance attracts
I have friends all over the world
But have none in my neighbourhood
Like I have beloveds outdoor
But have no beloved indoor.
20.09.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Men to bear the cross
No man could molest a woman
By day or night, indoor or outdoor,
Unless she is a party to it.
Men are given the cross to bear.
30.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sonnet: My Life’s Journey
Though road unclear, life’s journey continues
In ways intended, providentially;
I march unconcerned of the worldly views
That engulfs mankind universally!
The journey takes me through untravelled roads
And lanes, I never imagined in life;
I sense a supernatural force that goads,
Despite the surprises, setbacks and strife!
The horizon seems pretty near, yet far;
The end appears so nigh but not quite so;
Could I too don the light like bright a star?
The time is short and I have much to do!
The march is steady with God overhead;
I must not give up until I am dead!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-28-2010
poem by John Celes
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An Idea
An Idea can change the world, how many
things can be done from an idea, every piece
of object was an idea, sense the beginning of
time idea was the first thought created in the
mind, an idea is what surround’s every being.
But an idea is still only an idea and it can't be
felt, you cannot touch an idea or kiss it, or hold it,
ideas do not bleed or feel pain or love, an idea
cannot be seen or heard, its created in our thoughts,
but then again an idea can become real. An idea
can be what ever you which it to be, an idea can
be destructive, an idea can be brilliant, I've seen
people get killed in the name of ideas, ideas,
we walk around with a little
light bulb blinking in our thoughts, ideas.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Purgatory
Beautiful people - got their beautiful lives - got their
Beautiful husbands - got their beautiful wives - got their
Beautiful bankers - got their beautiful lawyers
All things bright and beautiful
The beautiful people are sent to destroy us
Beautiful people - got their beautiful kids - got their
Beautiful schools where the beautiful other half live - got their
Beautiful futures in their beautiful professions
All things bright and beautiful
The beautiful people got the money for the lessons
I'm living in purgatory - I know what purgatory is
This ain't no sanctuary - This ain't no way to live
You gotta have a sense of humour - you gotta know how to laugh at it
Cos, I'm living in Purgatory 'n anything's better than this
Beautiful people got their beautiful clothes - got their
Beautiful mansions - down their beautiful country roads - got their
Beautiful Doctors - in their beautiful surgeries
All things bright and beautiful
The beautiful people like a little privacy
I'm living in purgatory - I know what purgatory is
This ain't no sanctuary - This ain't no way to live
You gotta have a sense of humour - you gotta know how to laugh at it
Cos, I'm living in Purgatory 'n anything's better than this
Beautiful losers on their beautiful estates got their
beautiful job centres on the beautiful welfare wait and wait
Beautiful dreamers - out of their beautiful skulls
All things are bright and beautiful
As long as they're beautiful, people stay beautiful.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
I'm living in purgatory - I know what purgatory is
This ain't no sanctuary - This ain't no way to live
You gotta have a sense of humour - you gotta know how to lau
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Like Lovers Do
There is a paradise that can be found
A better life to bring us round
And all we really need to do
Is see the world like lovers do
I want to take it easy, take it slow
To catch a fire and let it go
I want to give myself to you
So we can live like lovers do
Like lovers do, I want to feel that way
Like lovers do, they lose themselves for days
And I need to feel that way
I can hear you thinking what I feel
I know that what weve got is real
And all we need to get us through
Is just to live like lovers do
Like lovers do, I want to feel that way
Like lovers do, they lose themselves for days
And I need to feel, I need to feel that way
Give me strength to give myself to you
Like lovers, lovers do
song performed by by Heather Nova
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A Better Idea
He hung the moon
Raised the sun
Made the lions walk
And the rivers run
Then he sat down, looked around
And thought a bit
Said, its all good but that aint quite it
So with his mighty hand he created man
And then
Chorus
He had a better idea
A much better idea
He made an angel like sweet perfume
A heavenly smile, someone who
Can light up a room with a heart so true
I thank God he created me
But when I look at you I see
He had a better idea
Thought Id have to face
This world alone
Just walk through life
Without a hand to hold
And I accepted that
I said in fact it might be nice
To live my way
Now thats paradise
Be he knew all along
I was wrong
Repeat chorus (2x)
He had a better idea
God had a better idea
song performed by by Diamond Rio
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Childish Questions
A little child asked
its father, 'Daddy,
why the goddess of justice
ties strip on her eyes? '
Father said, ''Son,
she closes her eyes
to do impartial justice.'
The child asked again
'Daddy, if one can be impartial
by closing one's eyes,
then, why all the blinds
are not appointed as judges? '
poem by Madhav Sarkunde
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Indoor ones substitute not outdoor ones.
Now a time a variety of extravaganzas
is at door steps from electronic media.
Yet there is a starvation for outdoor events.
Only is there the luxury of crowds to witness.
Indoor engagements relieve
not one’s loneliness.
28.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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On the Innate Drive For What is Right
As life bled, martyrdom flared its buds.
Repression, red from irritation,
Rendered chinks and cracks; but thuds of
Armament - in cowardice - accomplice of the
Dictatorial blight thro' countless years -
Wreaked its retribution:
Yet hope began to bloom a coloured carapace
Enshrining their allegiance ‘gainst the
Terror in their tears.
And on! Splits yawned - breaches in the junta:
Flesh fought fanatical minds -
Bullets welcomed into open hands
And blessed with yearnings for morality:
Chiselled man-toys of death and mutilation
Couldn't repel the might of freedom
Surging at the bright horizon.
Crepuscular rays of purpose, body,
Flooded pandemonium with
Overwhelming clarity, direction -
Burdened clouds drifting wayward as the
Light channelled out a vision,
Intensifying focus on tomorrow -
Deepen their stride
As they home in to
What is theirs,
Rightfully theirs!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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We're one lovers,
We're one lovers,
We're one lovers,
I need money,
I need love,
That I need love than a lover,
Money talk's about everything,
In the world today,
This is what we perceive,
We're one lovers on earth,
But to deny money for the great Kingdom,
Surely then I see a great choice here,
There are many obstacle's around us,
But to see that we're lovers,
There are some that hate our love beyond measure,
But the Kingdom is coming all with a great thought,
There is greater love than money,
I saw it on earth whilst many cannot believe it.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Movements and Sounds
Can you hear that great and powerful sound
That brings shock to the earth and the sky?
There has never been anything so fierce.
I walk on this path seeing the grand journey
But have never heard anything so pure,
It gives a jolt to my heart and brings life.
When have you ever been so fulfilled in life
That your body aches at a simple sound?
The beating of my heart rings fast and pure,
My pounding chest reflects the living sky.
The clouds move swiftly, everlasting journey
To nowhere, they move so vividly fierce.
The wind sings its song, passionate and fierce.
The earth breathes her in and feels a new life.
Inhale and exhale, she’s on her journey
As the earth listens, taking in the sound
That shatters panes, coming from the black sky.
Still there is nothing that could be so pure.
But how can anyone say sounds are pure?
They scream and shout to the earth so fiercely,
Out of reach, elevated in the sky.
Yet, the screams exhilarate my small life
And I smile every time I hear the sound,
I move faster to fulfill my journey.
Step by step my shadow takes its journey
But it does not understand why the pure
Noise exhilarates. Shaken by the sound
Again, my heart stands strong and my bones fierce,
Holding the nerves and blood that brings me life
As my hands reach out toward the vast sky.
“I will cry out loudly, ” said the Sky
“To help your body move for your journey.
I am the great supplier of your life,
I am what makes this earth so calm and pure
Only with a whisper of this loud sound.”
Moving fast, wind and I one, run fiercely.
Hear the penetrating sound from the sky.
You become fierce each step of the journey
And feel ever pure as you welcome new life.
poem by Michelle Slaney
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