Salutation The Second
You were praised, my books,
because I had just come from the country;
I was twenty years behind the times
so you found an audience ready.
I do not disown you,
do not you disown your progeny.
Here they stand without quaint devices,
Here they are with nothing archaic about them.
Observe the irritation in general:
‘Is this’ they say, 'the nonsense
that we expect of poets?’
'Where is the Picturesque ?'
‘Where is the vertigo of emotion?'
‘No! his first work was the best.’
'Poor Dear! he has lost his illusions.’
Go, little naked and impudent songs,
Go with a light foot!
(Or with two light feet, if it please you!)
Go and dance shamelessly!
Go with an impertinent frolic!
Greet the grave and the stodgy,
Salute them with your thumbs at your noses.
Here are your bells and confetti.
Go! rejuvenate things!
Rejuvenate even 'The Spectator.’
Go! and make cat calls!
Dance and make people blush,
Dance the dance of the phallus
and tell anecdotes of Cybele!
Speak of the indecorous conduct of the Gods!
(Tell it to Mr. Strachey)
Ruffle the skirts of prudes,
speak of their knees and ankles.
But, above all, go to practical people
go! jangle their door-bells!
Say that you do no work
and that you will live forever.
poem by Ezra Pound
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If You Disown Your Parents
If you disown your father
Then you'll be damned
And you'll be damned indeed!
If you disown your mother
Then you'll be damned,
You'll be damned for that particular deed!
If you disown your father
Just because they're disabled
Will you ever receive a divine blessing?
If you disown your handicapped mother
Your curses will be by God assembled
And your troubles will - like wild fire - be kept blazing...!
If you curse your parents
Whom always you must respect and love,
You'll suddenly fall under bad weather currents
Yet you'll fail to fly and flee like a broken-winged dove.
If you disown the ones who brought you to this earth
Then beware, beware of nature's terror!
If you disown your parents then what you're worth
Will turn towards hassle and horror.
Without your parents where would you now be?
Now that you're famous then you reject them?
Learn to respect and embrace your parents
Nomatter what misfortune did to them,
Even when they do find death in life,
Respect, love and remember them.
poem by Comfort Ndlovu
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disown the world for Christ’s sake
inherit a hundred times more
and eternal life
quote by by John Celes
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My Friends Back In My Prime Years
My friends back in my prime years I never did disown
It's just that I live far from them and apart we have grown
We drank and played football together but our separate ways we've gone
And we have forged new friendships and life of course goes on.
My friends back in my prime years may now look a bit gray
And they might not know me or I might not know them if by chance we met today
In my memory they have remained young but in reality
The years have left their mark on them as the years have left their mark on me.
Old father time the aloof one to anyone doesn't bow
And some of my friends of my prime years may be grand parents now
Perhaps they now are showing their age and time has left them slow
They could run fast as I recall some twenty years ago.
My friends back in my prime years I may now not recognize
For time leaves it's mark on all of us I've come to realize
I drunk beer with them in the pub and with them played football
And that was many years ago as I can well recall.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Wishing
Wishing, hoping
How can I keep coping?
Till I know your wish is to be with me
You go, I know
You were the one who told me so
Im wishing you lying in my arms again
Sad, so sad
Its written across my face
My tears leave no trace
They fall and disappear
Mad, so mad
Leaving you on your own
Youre right to disown me
Will always be so clear
Wishing, so long
How can I keep holding on?
While missing you, wishing you home again
Sad, so sad
Its written across my face
My tears leave no trace
They fall and disappear
Mad, so mad
Leaving you on your own
Youre right to disown me
Will always be so clear
Wishing...
song performed by by Asia
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Concrete Air
concrete wings
never leave the ground
the troubled angel
is never found
never return home
lost and alone
the wind is turning cold
they left you, disown
heartbeats decrease
your life you can't spare
weak bones, your unable to sustain
you no longer have air
poem by Carrie Sprouse
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I have closed that page of my life without rancor. I do not disown any of the work done.
quote by Riccardo Muti
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Be realistic to your heirs
Your children might fail you.
They are your extensions.
You should not disown them.
Don't you keep your failing organs?
01.05.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Incorrigible
The bad boy of Europe,
He stands in dire disgrace,
Crying too loud his innocence
While guilt grins from his face.
The gangster and the racketeer
Earth's honest folk disown,
And the bad boy of Europe
He walks his way alone.
In cynical dishonour
The world is not yet lost,
As the dull boy of Europe
Discovers to his cost.
Something is let to decency,
And something of fair play,
As the shameless boy of Europe
Learns, to his vague dismay.
Tho' nations yet be governed
By chiefs too worldly-wise,
There runs an unclean pathway
From which men turn their eyes.
Defined by laws unwritten,
There yet remains The Code;
But the bad boy of Europe
Treads the forbidden road.
Never, 'mid Christian nations,
Shall might be counted right;
And murder stays foul murder
Ever in just men's sight.
The wide world shall disown them
Who own that guilt-stained crew
Whose acts belie their mouthings;
Whose mouthings ring untrue.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Twenty Days
Twenty days are barely gone,
I was merry all the day.
Folly was my butt of scorn.
Now the fool myself I play.
Wit and learning ruled my head,
Logic and economy.
All the books I ever read
Taught me only vanity.
Most of all it moved my mirth
Womankind the world should rule.
Man, the lord of all the Earth!
He, forsooth, a woman's tool!
Cherry lip and glancing eye!
What were rosy cheeks to me?
Beauty's truth was but a lie--
Witness tomes of history!
Twenty days had barely run.
Twenty years they well might be.
All my wisdom was undone,
Reason bade good--night to me.
Her hair was of the red red gold,
Her blue eyes looked me through and through.
She was twenty--three years old,
I was twenty years and two.
Fortune, fame, I freely give,
Honour's self, if so she please,
Sweetly in her smile to live
Other twenty days like these.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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For Mother Mary
Man puts up with his children as they are.
He moulds them for good, not disown them.
Must he divorce his wife, who bore his seeds?
We revere Mary who gave us Jesus.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Gallows
I couldn’t disown my wife, kids and parents,
And even myself, if I went bankrupt.
I have to carry the burdens till the last.
The law forbids. The birth is a gallows.
02.08.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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There are some friends you don't meet for twenty years and when you meet them again it's as if no twenty years has happened - you're lucky when that happens. I feel the same about books.
quote by Norman MacCaig
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Loving wife is lasting companion
A man depends on his woman.
A biological fact, you can’t disown.
Your hold on your brother or son
Will necessarily wean away soon.
Wife is the eventual companion
14.01.2001, pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Dream Of Yesterday
I never dreamed
For twenty years
But yesterday I dreamed
Of yesterday
In my dream I saw
You reaching out for me
But I could not hold on
For I was drowning
Drowning in my world
Of uncertainties
In my dream
I Heard my country caling
And your love faling
But I dont want to die
For my country
And I dont want to die for you
But if death is inevitable
Then I'm ready to be
At its table
At the end of my dream
I saw my life was just an ilusion
of my years past
poem by Efe Benjamin
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You cannot own or disown
Life is not a bed of rose,
Nor a bed of thorn either.
Both mixed, it’s of no use.
Can you own and disown life?
When it pricks is your chance.
02.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Twenty Years Ago
It's been a long time since I walked
Through this old town
But oh how the memories start to flow
And there's the old movie house
They finally closed it down
You could find me there every Friday night
Twenty years ago.
I worked the counter at the drugstore down the street
But nobody's left there I would know
On Saturday mornings that's where
All my friends would meet
You'd be surprised to know what a dime would buy
Twenty years ago.
All my memories from those days come gather round me
What I'd give if they could take me back in time
It almost seems like yesterday
Where do the good times go?
Life was so much easier twenty years ago.
I guess I should stop by Mr. Johnson's hardware store
His only son was my friend Joe
But he joined the army back in 1964
How could we know he would never come back
Twenty years ago...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Golden Throne
There was a belief in street sense
for an extended purpose
of fire-eating.
Shadow of past was condensing
into future.
The ascending serenity had pockmarks.
Meeting your assigned killer,
in a dark alley for forgetfulness;
earth was ready to disown you
and the warriors were waiting
for an ambush.
But you wanted to enter the no man’s land of understanding.
There was a suicide
from the edge of a rock. I am.
Eyes were swelled with tears,
washing the feet which were immersed in flowing blood.
They hunted for the bones
to built a golden throne.
poem by Satish Verma
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Lxxii
You who find all joy a vain illusion
That no richer heirloom can be thine own
Who think that joy is a sinful lesion
Do not toward your one and true God disown
Make you peace with the Lord and he shall give
Thee regress, all that by you he’ll address
He has the power toward you to forgive
In the joy of that power is progress
Joy’s to be found in his mercy full light
Thou has magnified thy people and won
Do by him as you will him to do right
True, by him shall you seek out your action
Lord protect us with the arm of thy grace
It is you who in life we do embrace.
poem by David E. Patton
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Sonnet: The Accursed
Accursed are those who play with innocent lives;
Accursed are those who bring ruin on earth;
Accursed are those by whom progress nose-dives;
Accursed are those who cut life’s-thread and breath.
Accursed are those who bring the country down;
Accursed are those betraying motherland;
Accursed are those who kith and kin disown;
Accursed are those who have a traitor’s hand.
Accursed are the unpatriotic souls;
Accursed are bureaucrats who are corrupt;
Accursed are those who use/ misuse loopholes;
Accursed are those who good things interrupt.
Accursed are persons who don’t love their land;
Accursed are those men who need reprimand.
6-18-2001
poem by John Celes
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Love and sex, different
To hold back your husband,
You let him know that you are in demand.
To have your freedom of movement,
You give him a long rope to move away.
To like someone is not to disown
Your own but to make you a fit one.
Love and sex are not one,
Nor is it two sides of one coin.
The latter cannot usurp the former.
No freedom of joy
With thralldom of sex
19.11.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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