Charity
Charity is good
Without expectation of return
To a worthy person
At the proper time and place.
Charity is bad
With the expectation of some return
To an unworthy person
At an improper time and at an impure place.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Return Trip
I will return to my place of Birth
To that place before Mother Earth
I will return to that Day of Awakening
To that Day of a New Beginning
I will return to my very first Sun
My very first Moon, my very first Star
I will return to that place that never was far
I will return to the land of the Beautiful,
the Good, the Grateful
Where there is nothing to forgive
For there is no sin
Where there is no regret
Life is what you dream
Where Innocence is never put to test
Where all is Sacred and blessed with Happiness
I will return to my place and time of Birth
I will return
I am not Cursed
poem by Sonya Florentino
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Hope is itself a species of happiness, and, perhaps, the chief happiness which this world affords: but, like all other pleasures immoderately enjoyed, the excesses of hope must be expiated by pain; and expectations improperly indulged must end in disappointment. If it be asked, what is the improper expectation which it is dangerous to indulge, experience will quickly answer, that it is such expectation as is dictated not by reason, but by desire; expectation raised, not by the common occurrences of life, but by the wants of the expectant; an expectation that requires the common course of things to be changed, and the general rules of action to be broken.
quote by Samuel Johnson
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No Charity Too Is Good
Acts of attrition promote charity.
The guilt built might demand charity.
Seeking God’s bliss might cause charity.
From the surplus one might do charity.
Beneficiary being the needy,
Charity is a benevolent act.
Doing no charity is excellent
By not earning more than the bare need.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The satisfaction defined
Over expectation-
Under expectation-
Exact expectation-
Satisfaction equals
Reality minus expectation.
09.07.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Aint 'Bout to Give It Up No Time Soon
What do you want?
An experience to please,
In an escaping escapade?
Do you wish someone to comfort you...
As you go through a period of boredom,
In a relationship.
No longer blistering with excitement?
What are your needs?
And please don't say a lack of affection!
I've gone through that before myself.
Only to discover my own selfishness.
How do I survive without companionship?
That's easy!
I listen to people like you...
Prepared to cheat on their spouses.
And when I return home...
I am glad I don't have to confess,
To a place I am blessed to declare all mine!
And I can walk around naked if I so choose.
Feeling thankful and suspicion free.
And if 'anyone' wants to deal with me...?
Believe me it will be on my terms.
This happiness I've earned!
And I aint 'bout to give it up...
No time soon.
So...
What expectation are you anticipating?
Daily discreeted meets?
Or a fling or two during the week?
I don't accept sleepovers.
I'm reserving that...
For someone who comes along.
And unexpectedly can curl my toes.
However...
You wouldn't know that.
Especially if you sought a donation.
And I was in the mood to provide a charity visit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Same Place, Same Time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
The coffee’s hot
And the company is good
Conversation flows, as it should
A joke or two
And when all is said and done
We’re right back to where we begun
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
These crowded streets
I balance tight roped on the curb
Car screeches past, a scream is heard
De ja vu
Yes I’ve been here before
Time moves slowly as traffic stalls
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Break
It was good
You were sublime
I’m so glad that we spent the time
Time is short
What we have is rare
Love is oxygen with you there
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Copyright 2006 (updated 2010)
poem by Colin Coplin
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The Irish Soldier
The Irish Soldier
Edward Marshall is my name
Ireland is my nation
Leeds is my dwelling place
And Heaven’s my expectation
My mother came from Erin’s isle
She’s buried in Dungannon
My sweetheart is a Limerick lass
The Rosebud of the Shannon
I came to Blighty seeking work
And listed for a soldier
For when the drums of war beat out
There is no man that’s bolder
They gave me three square meals a day
A uniform for drilling
A place to sleep, a private’s pay
A gun and blade for killing
I dreamt to Ireland I’d return
With gold and tales a-plenty
But on a stretcher here I lie
And both my pockets empty
They’ll patch me up and send me back
To trenches, rats and slaughter
Gas! Gas! the cry. For sure I’ll die
By bomb or poisoned water
My soul will go to God above
My body cannot follow
For ‘twill be filled by German lead
Dead, in a war-torn hollow
Edward Marshall is my name
Ireland is my nation
Leeds is my dwelling place
And Heaven’s my expectation
poem by Sheena Blackhall
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Charity
Charity begins at home,
Love begins in the womb,
Hope is the mind that lives at peace always.
The bud opens,
The flower blossoms,
Charity envies not;
So, let no man despise your youth and beauty.
A kiss of charity,
Like a true proverb;
Charity out of a pure heart is full of kindness.
When the Almond Tree blossoms,
Charity is full of love;
So is this muse that flows to teach many.
Let all your things be done with charity,
Charity is very kind;
Let all your dreams be with love,
Charity edifies;
And, be very wise always.
Do not let charity pass you by,
Gain your hope from your gift;
Cos', it will always lead you on.
Charity begins at home,
So compare her actions rooted in your yard;
Charity out of a pure heart is full of kindness,
So compare her acts ruling in the year;
Charity envies no one.
The love of a muse,
The love of the acts;
Charity begins at home.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Angels Cry
When you see death,
You know you have to leave this place,
When angels cry,
You know that person is crying,
All you can do is cry for that person,
All you can say is please don't cry,
All you want to do is cry and regret on what you said to that person,
To see that person pass away it breaks your heart,
Wanting to die to be with them,
Somewhere out there you he or she is watching over you,
When angels cry,
You know the person you care about is crying for you,
You feel lost without that person,
Sometimes you wish you can turn back the hands of time just to say goodbye to that person,
Your final words,
When angels cry,
You want to say goodbye,
No regrets, No nothing, that emptyness you feel inside fades away within time.
To my best friend Andrew Ybarra who passed away on March 2,2009.
May he R.I.P.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Black Overhang
I first saw it in the scolding Senora Desert,
When the bats descended enmasse to pollinate the saguaros,
Flittering over my nighthead, curious as mammals can be,
But posing no threat. I rather welcomed their
Vision of catastrophic gloom.
But the rocky lava overhead pulled in my attention;
It was a place for keeps: a place worthy of return.
I spied the spring, so that meant a dismal man could
Live out his years there.
It smoldered in black poetic;
I would return to it soon and for good.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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Return To Fantasy
Searching every day
Looking every way
Trying to make a connection
To find a piece of the action
Like a hungry poet
Who doesnt know
He is close to perfection
Choice is the question
Moonlight night
After moonlight night
Side by side
They will see us ride
But if they cared to look
Then they would see
Its our return to fantasy
Fantasy, fantasy
Can you understand
That in every man
Theres a need to unwind
Thats never been defined
Somewhere deep within
Theres another being
You are somehow abusing
By the person youre using
Moonlight night
After moonlight night
Side by side
They will see us ride
But if they cared to look
Then they would see
Its just our return to fantasy
Fantasy, fantasy
Travelling faster than lightening
Closer than ever before
We can go on for you
And take you nearer to
The legend of mystery
From the beginning of time
Dreaming... time ... dreaming
We can return to
The land of the good and the kind
Time... dreaming... time... dreaming
Why dont you come to our party
And open your minds
In another place
Theres a newer face
Like an unfinished painting
Your creator is waiting
The brush and pen describe
What it is inside
That will set your mind thinking
While the others are sinking
song performed by by Uriah Heep
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Don't reserve the wealth for generations
If a person happens
to acquire wealth by RIGHTFUL means,
he should be generous to take food
- generated by ploughing his land
by oxen - with many guests and relatives!
However alert,
Wealth may not stay with one person with partiality,
It will move from person to person like a cart wheel!
(naalatiyaar - aRaththuppaal - selvam nilaiyaamai 2)
Hence, don't reserve the wealth for generations,
Help and utilise for charity, feed guests and relatives!
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Still
I am the harm which you inflict.
I am your brilliance and frustration.
I'm the nuclear bombs if they're to hit.
I am your immaturity and your indignance.
I am your misfits and your praised.
I am your doubt and your conviction.
I am your charity and your rape.
I am your grasping and expectation.
I see you averting your glances.
I see you cheering on the war.
I see you ignoring your children
song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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A Reflection
At one time I was blind
Blinded by the person in the mirror
The person in the mirror
Was someone I didn't like
A person that was full of anger
Anger which know one could stop
A person who was dishonest
A person who lied to themselves
A person who lied, cheated and stole
This person scared me
Yet the reflection I seen
Was me
How could this be me?
I didn't like this person I was looking at
That person couldn't of been me
Yet it was time to face the facts
This was me
This is who I'am
Now I know I had to change
If I didn't like this person
Then who would like this person?
poem by Ashley Olson
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Charity But how shall we expect charity towards others, when we are uncharitable to ourselves? Charity begins at home, is the voice of the world; yet is every man his greatest enemy, and, as it were, his own executioner.
quote by Thomas Browne
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I call God to witness that as a private person I have done nothing unbeseeming an honest man, nor, as I bear the place of a public man, have I done anything unworthy of my place.
quote by Francis Walsingham
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The Charity Shop
They're not called second hand stores
as that's not politically correct
so you must call them charity shops
out of courtesy and respect.
But where would we be without them?
because some are like an Aladdin's cave
as in them you'll find all kinds of stuff
and look at all the money you can save.
There's clothes for all shapes and sizes
Jumpers, T.Shirts, Trousers, and Shoes,
myself I like looking through the books
and the C.D'S of Rock, Pop, and the Blues.
We're living in a time of Austerity
meaning there's not much money to go around
so thank God for all of the charity shops
and those that sell everything for a pound.
So if your a bloke looking for a suit
or a woman after a blouse or a top
there's a good chance you'll find one
down your good old local charity shop!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Charity
Charity, all the world really needs is charity
Were living in a dream
Ill plead with you all till it tears me apart.
Is this all that we want?
Is this all that we really are?
Turn away if you want, turn away if you like,
For the rest of your life, every day every night,
In your house and your car, yes I know who you are.
Can you not hear the world in its pain trying to call to you?
Oh, oh, charity, were living in a dream.
Charity, cant fool me with your vanity.
Ive seen whats in your heart.
Ill plead with you all till it tears me apart.
Is this all that we want?
Is this all that we really are?
Will our hearts ever change, does it sound so strange?
When people touch[? ] children cry, can you not wonder why?
In your own little world, can you not say a word?
Try to help someone else on this earth besides yourself.
Oh, oh, charity, were living in a dream.
Charity, cant fool me with your vanity.
Ive seen whats in your heart.
Charity, all the world really needs is charity.
Is this all that we want?
Is this all we really are?
song performed by by Kinks
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A Comeback
takes time to realize
that the place you hate
the place you left years ago
now on your return
becomes your hiding place
away from sorrow
the place where you bury
your past
now becomes your future
story.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Every Person Expects From Every Other Person
Every person
Expects from every
Other person
Looks towards god
For fulfillment of
Expectations
Gets disappointed
If not fulfilled
Gets depressed
Fills with hate
If people known
Are not able to deliver
As per expectations
Always forgetting
Others also expects
Expectation
Can be met
With reciprocation
Without that
There will be only
Frustration
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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