We Practice Dying
we practice dying for years,
living lives in waiting,
clinging to cobwebbed memories.
reciting emotionless prayers,
with mechanical hearts,
making credit card investments
in the afterlife...
as if the door would close!
we would be angels,
never demons,
never aware of the storms.
laying our accomplishments
at the foot of eternity...
having forgotten to live!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Waiting....
Iwas always waitng,
waiting for dinner to be served
waiting for my daughter to out,
Waiting for the servicing of the car,
waiting for the bus to come,
Waiting for the train to arrive,
waitng for the night sleep,
Waiting for the calls on phone,
Waiting the credit card to be mailed,
Waiting for the ration card,
waiting for renewal of driving licence,
Waiting the daughter to come,
Waiting for good word from the boss,
Waiting in Q for the ATM,
Waiting for the email response,
Waiting for the promotions,
Waiting for daughter's results
Waiting for a praise from my wife,
Waiting for the friends to gather,
Waitnig for a fove star meal,
waitnig for a look from a dame,
Waiting for the loves not reaching,
And waiting for the death at last.
Ravikiran Arakkal.
poem by Ravikiran Arakkal
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Zero Covers All
Lately I realize.
I am a numb number,
living through life.
First child.
Date of birth.
Sixth star of twenty-seven.
Scorpio numbers six of twelve.
Studied tenth class,
Then 5-year’s graduation,
Every class I had a scroll number.
Exams written on id number.
Studied law.
Head churning three years,
with numbered sections.
Penal code, constitution.
Clauses of law in numbered sects.
Registered in bar council.
Legal practice.
Case files are numbered.
Subsequently I got,
House number, door number.
Phone number.
Mobile number.
Account numbers.
Credit card number.
Pan card number,
Folio numbers,
Car number,
License number,
Policy number,
Health card number,
Election card number,
Passport number,
Ration card number,
Ultimately, when you put me in morgue,
allotted me a number.
Which, I do no know.
However, I know a number.
I am a big zero.
It covers all my life
Yes, we discovered zero.
What a relief?
Does it not cover all?
fulfill all values!
By the way your number please?
X number or N number?
Infinite numbers.
________________
poem by Satheesan Rangorath
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The Hem Of The Holy Garment...
we who speak as if we knew,
still jump at shadows in the night.
stopping for prayer and crossing ourselves,
reciting scriptures with trembling hearts.
or sit crosslegged on our debit cards,
for a dose of enlightenment.
or walk behind teachers as if we were sheep,
praying to be delivered from the battle.
god is not god,
god is more than that.
cannot be bought by ritual or repitition.
enlightenment hath no debit card,
and sheep are led to slaughter.
the path must be walked,
the battle must be fought.
the soul's questions cannot be answered
by anyone else.
the truth is much broader than our concepts,
and we are more than our egos.
the cost of life is living,
no one else can pay the bill.
the meaning of life is then love,
and love demands all without reservation.
each moment is eternity.
redemption must be had together.
the truth that sets us free,
begins in the heart and moves through the hands.
we are not seperate...
all that lives is a part of the whole.
when the hand hurts the feet must suffer,
when the eyes are taken, the ears must lead.
god is not a noun, but a verb....
always there, in every face, in every leaf,
in every river, in every tree.
when we see with our hearts we know this,
and now our feet must follow our hearts!
we are the prayers of holiness,
the flesh and bones of compassion,
and miracle....
we touch the hem of the holy garment,
when we reach out to those in need!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Endangered Species
When I wanted a credit card...
I was denied it.
Not qualified.
I was told no one would touch me!
Today...
Since I do not want a credit card.
And live within my fixed and bolted down budget...
I am bombarded.
Through the email.
My regular home mail.
Telephone calls.
Even those passing flyers on the street:
'We Can Have You Financed...
Before Your Next Breath Is Taken! '
Of course I exaggerate...
But those refusing credit today,
Are at risk!
It's like becoming an endangered species.
And to say 'NO! '
That is truly unpatriotic.
Today?
Not to be deep in depth,
Is Un-American!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Tears... He Lives!
another picker played
his last tune last night,
laid down his instrument,
and went home.....
and yet his music lives
in the hearts of those he moved,
in the memories of those he
helped mold by human touch....
in the prayers of those whose lives
were changed simply by
coming into contact with him....
in the spirit of freedom
giving hope to those he left behind...
no tears... he lives!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Afterlife
Do you believe in the afterworld
Or the afterlife?
Do you agree there's a place for us
Beyond our life
Where the timeless call for life
Is lost and you will see
The forgotten dreams
That you once had become reality
They will be set free - another day
You cannot leave if you do not want to stay
In the afterlife - in the afterlife
Life's a dream that you will forget
In the endless space
And the scars you got on planet Earth
Will be erased
You were blind until your eyes have stopped to see
And your powers unfold by the moment
You hit eternity
You will be set free
But you'll never return
That's the price you have to pay
In the afterlife - in the afterlife
Now you're gone without a word
You didn't say goodbye
I miss you here where are you now
An angel in the sky?
Your visit here has been so short
You left to be set free
But I believe we'll meet again
And together we will stay
In the afterlife - in the afterlife
In the afterlife - in the afterlife
song performed by by Gamma Ray
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Waiting For The Big One
The wines all drunk and so am i
Here with the hoi-poloi, dont ask me why
Were celebratin anticipatin; end of the year
Everybody come, everybody here
-- well more or less
Some already in a mess
I guess theyre waiting for the big one.
Wonder why Im cold. how did I get this far?
Had no money, had no car
I pray the snow goes, be bad if it settles
cos I follow my nose and the dried up rose petals
-- like the man says,
Sure hope moses knows his roses
Or well all be waiting for the big one.
Once I was a credit to my credit card
Spent what I hadnt got, it wasnt hard
No trust in judgements no trust in money
Someday Ill find myself like a bee finding honey
But in the meantime, Im gonna have me some fun
Waiting for the big one.
One too many, where ego I go too
Looking for the real thing
It dont come from what I do
No real communication moves out of my face
Im beginning to think Im just out of place
Wont get in too deep, I want to get some sleep
To be ready for the big one
-- waiting for the big one.
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Let Me Go
Once there was a day
We were together all the way
An endless path unbroken
But now there is a time
A torture less sublime
Our souls are locked and frozen
Once we were years ahead but now those thoughts are dead
Let me go
All hopeless fantasies are making fools of me
Let me go
I walk alone and yet I never say goodbye
Let me go
A change of heart a change of mind and heaven fell that night
Let me go
I tried but could not bring
The best of everything
Too breathless then to wonder
I died a thousand times
Found guilty of no crime
Now everything is thunder
Daytime all I want is
Nighttime I dont need the
Daytime all I want is
Nighttime I dont need the
The best years of our lives
The hope of it survives
The facts of life unspoken
The only game in town
Ill turn the last card down
And now the bank is broken
Found guilty of no crime
They were the best years of our lives
Ill turn the last card down
song performed by by Heaven 17
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When There Is Nothing More To Be Done...
got a call and she is dying,
whatever that means
dying to see me
or dying to die
it does not matter to me anymore
now that i have burned all the bridges
and made holes of those wooden boats
and broke all the paddles
what then is going to be done
as a matter of
last resort to save what she thinks
is still valuable
inside our hearts
we are like those burned houses
early dawn with nothing saved
we see all the ashes and some smoke
still clinging on the charred pieces
of furniture and beams
of the past
'there is nothing anymore'
and i have not opted for those memorized prayers
those usual offerings of
chicken blood and pork
or the newly hatched egg with a squeaking chick
hoping that perhaps someday
the root cause shall be known
how the tree falls off and how the worms
begin their feasts
on our own stupidities.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This is my ultimate fantasy: watching QVC with a credit card while making love and eating at the same time.
quote by Yasmine Bleeth
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The Dead whno Died for Ireland
The dead who died for Ireland!
Oh, these are living words
To nerve the hearts of patriots —
to steel avenging swords —
They thrill the soul when spoken,
and lowly bend the head
With reverence for the memories
of all our martyred dead.
The dead who died for Ireland —
the noble ones — the best,
Who gave their lives for Motherland,
Who poured upon her breast,
In Freedom's cause, the blood she gave —
Who with their dying breath,
Sent prayers to God to heal her woes —
then sealed their love in death.
The dead who died for Ireland,
How hallowed are their graves!
With all the memories fresh and green,
Oh! how could we be slaves?
How could we patient clang the chain?
How could we fawn and bow?
How could we crouch like mongrels
'neath the keeper's frowning brow?
Be proud, ye men of Ireland!
Be proud of those who died;
Never men o'er all the earth
Had greater cause for pride —
Hope and strive, and league for freedom,
And again the souls will rise
Of the dead who died for Ireland
To cheer you to the prize.
poem by John Boyle O'Reilly
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More Arrogant Than Necessary
Remember a few years ago,
When folks 'with' good credit...
Use to brag about the number of cards,
They had.
'I have all the major ones!
And you? '
None!
'None? Well...
I pride myself on maintaining good credit! '
I'm a true American.
Destined to have bad credit...
I guess!
And 'today' my bad credit prevented me,
From getting a credit card.
I did have one many years ago.
I never used it and was still stuck with a bill.
Charging me fees for 'non-use'.
Oh yes!
Now I've heard...
Not only have some folks experienced,
Tripled interests rates.
They are charged an additional fee...
IF less than two items are purchased in a single month.
AND...'if' the bank is not paid for those purchases,
Within thirty days...
That's another fee!
Years ago I frequented a store called Nellie's
On Canton Street in Hartford.
I was a kid.
Grown...
But a child nonetheless.
It was rare for me to have money.
But I ended up in Nellie's talking with her.
And she'd give me a lollipop.
I was a child using my charm to the max.
One day I licked on a lollipop...
And Ms Nellie said, 'Two for Five cents.'
'I ain't got no five cents, Ms Nellie! '
~That's your last lollipop! ~
Where are they?
What have we done to those teachers?
Who stuck by a decision to feed addicting greed to folks?
Especially to the ones who ain't got no cash.
Or none laying around in a bank.
If 'they' did 'they' would not be closing them!
I demanded my account closed years ago.
And took all of my twenty dollars out!
The manager had stated...
I was 'acting' more arrogant than necessary.
'Excuse me?
Close my account! Now.
And that will be in 'twenty' one dollar bills...
Thank you! '
They are using 'my' money?
And pushing 'me' around like that?
I...don't think so!
I'm glad I did that earlier.
The thought of standing in a line,
'Waiting' to see if my life's savings are safe...
I don't have the patience anymore to do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eternal Idol
No one said it had to be this way
Why are we the victims of their
Final word
Dying world is killing us so slowly
I believe no God may save us now
Cant you see what I see
Sinners say your prayers tonite
Your judgement day is here
Child tomorrow will die, not even
Born jesus our questions
He never seems to hear
Dying for the answers may be
The price we pay, to find the
Key to our lives
Is there a heaven is there
A hell
Whos this god, tell me theres
No God above, why
We chose what lord, deep
Within our souls
Hes not one thing
We are his spirit
We could save this world
From destruction day
Cant you see what I see
You and I victims of
Their word
As the master of power
Try to poison our world
Greed money taken over
Their souls, youre
Just mechanical brains
Politicians dont know
Just dont know
We can chance this world we
Live in, dont let it die
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Waiting For The Day
Now everyday I see you in some other face
They crack a smile, talk a while,
try to take your place
My memories serve me far too well
It's not like at all
we just broke up
It's not like at all
it was yesterday
But something I just can't explain
something
And no one ever saw your face again
just say good bye to the stupid mistakes we made
My memories serve me far too well
the years will come and go
some of them will change our lives
some of us still have nothing to show
nothing baby
but memories
And I just wish to see your face again
Won't you keep waiting for that day ?
I know I know I know
You hear these words that I say
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
song performed by by George Michael
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They're pushing credit cards. They don't take Visa, but they do take American Express, or they don't take this one, but they take that one, or you'd better bring this one, or if you forget who you are, look on your credit card; it will be there.
quote by Bill Janklow
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Typically, students slide into debt through the extension (by credit card companies) of unaffordable credit lines.
quote by Robert Manning
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Mechanical Angel
The Mechanical Angel
Is made of tin
Put together with screws
And mixed with sin.
The Mechanical Angel's
Paint never fades.
Underneath her perfect fingers
Hide hidden blades.
The Mechanical Angel
Must constantly grease her joints.
Her nails are sharp
And her teeth filed to points.
The Mechanical Angel's
Head is dusty.
She is uncared for,
She's getting rusty.
The Mechanical Angel
Cannot feel.
She cannot hear, cannot understand,
Her wings are made of steel.
The Mechanical Angel
Is made of tin.
She shuts the world out
And locks herself in.
poem by Tessa Marshall
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Practice Every Step
Practice every step.
Do not second guess what it takes.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
There's no sleeping for someone who has a place to go,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Focus on that goal,
And tighten on your hold,
And...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Do not second guess what it takes.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Every journey taken,
Must be thought of as a race...
And,
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
There's no other way to straighten out a crooked road,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
No matter what you're told,
There will be some doubts and woes...
But you,
Practice every step.
Yes you,
Practice every step.
Woes you hold will eventually go,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where do I fit into it all?
I have seen
brave men passing me.
Men who were composed
when death came agonising by
and stuck to the training
taught before
I have seen men believing
that victory belongs
to those that really dare
and snatching immortality
from the claws of death
against an outnumbering foe.
Still the meaning of it all
isn’t clear to me
and what battles and wars won
really bought?
I have seen good men
giving up their lives here
and sick of the impact of crime,
loosing hope for a future,
going away to stay
in another country.
I have seen wild men
making a life
out of whatever
destiny bestowed on them
and living it up
before the years
of old age could come.
I have seen grave men
calculating the cost
of investing in a desperate society
and deciding that all is lost
and withdrawing their investments
to make other opportunities
their goal.
I have seen great men
building up their lives
and starting new careers
from the ruins
of bankruptcy and unemployment
and against unfair laws
and black economic empowerment,
prospering from the lessons learnt
from life.
The question remains with me:
where do I fit
into it all?
poem by Gert Strydom
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While Making A Living, Also Know How To Live
We were schooled
We were disciplined
We were taught
We were examined
We were trained
We were graduated
All these aim at and help us
Making a living
Once we started enjoying
The benefits of our efforts and skills
And the price of the products
Carved off by our labour
The desire for getting more
Grows strong and stronger each day
As we feel having more
Will help us make a better living
We continue to be path of
Making our lives better
Spending most of our times
In bettering the ways of our living
Most of us have gone that far
That we spend more time in
Making a living
With no time at all to really living
This is like
Spending time in adding facilities
To your bed room
Like air conditioning it,
Changing the matresses
Adding cushion
Colouring the walls
Facelifting the room with a range of others
But having no time to sleep
It is quite similar to cooking such items
Which we cannot eat ourselves
We should have a wisdom
Where we should stop making a living further
But start really living it
While making a living,
Also know how to live it
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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