Costly
Costly life costly time
Truth is costly life is costly.
No one can say
The exact cost of life
No one can investigate
What is life
No one can speak
Bare truth of life
No one can
No one can.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Where the blood is pure and holy !
Where the blood is pure and holy,
Where the blood is red and costly,
Where the blood is not shed and spoiled,
Where the blood is not sucked and spilled.
Where the life is pure and holy,
Where the life is dear and costly,
Where the life is not rotten and wasted,
Where the life is not stagnant and gutted.
Where love is pure and holy,
Where love is not taken cheaply,
Where love is not a trap and trick,
Where love is not the game of a freak.
Where truth is pure and holy,
Where truth is honour and dignity,
Where truth is not polluted and strangulated,
Where truth is not slaughtered and murdered.
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Where the Lord is pure and holy!
Where the Lord is full of love and sympathy!
Where the Lord changes His own friend!
Where the Lord changes His own land!
poem by Abdul Wahab
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And, perhaps most importantly, regional conflicts will again and again confront us with a cruel choice between costly engagement and costly indifference.
quote by Lord Robertson
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Spiritually Costly
It has been spiritually costly,
For the status quo to adopt policies...
That has kept racist inequities,
Unchecked.
Without reflecting.
Or introspectively accepting.
And keeping ignorant beliefs,
A segment of their population suppressed...
In an oppressive freedom,
That advances irresponsibility.
And with excuses made to feed...
Upon perceptions that leaves them,
Feeling rejected and in dire need.
To be left convinced...
Staying to pray on their knees,
Saves their souls.
It has been spiritually costly,
For them not to participate...
In the upgrading of a mindset,
That does not compensate...
Those that do not initiate respect.
With a protection done,
Not of benefit to anyone.
It has been spiritually costly,
For them not to insist...
An advantage is received,
By those with desires to relieve themselves
Of fantasies.
And to live life right,
Is to forgive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Close To Love
Too close to love!
Yet it's,
Costly to keep.
And it's,
Too costly to leave it.
So close to love.
I prayed with faith to get it.
Never knowing love would be 'that' close.
Never knowing I would love it most.
Too close to love!
Yet it's,
Costly to keep.
And it's,
Too costly to leave it.
Too close to love!
Yet it's,
Costly to keep.
And it's,
Too costly to leave it.
So close to love.
Never knowing love would be 'that' close.
Never knowing I would love it most.
And I'm,
So close to love.
Never knowing love would be 'that' close.
Never knowing I would love it most.
Too close to love!
Yet it's,
Costly to keep.
And it's,
Too costly to leave it.
So close to love.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Ballad
In a costly palace Youth goes clad in gold;
In a wretched workhouse Age's limbs are cold:
There they sit, the old men by a shivering fire,
Still close and closer cowering, warmth is their desire.
In a costly palace, when the brave gallants dine,
They have store of good venison, with old canary wine,
With singing and music to heighten the cheer;
Coarse bits, with grudging, are the pauper's best fare.
In a costly palace Youth is still carest
By a train of attendants which laugh at my young Lord's jest;
In a wretched workhouse the contrary prevails:
Does Age begin to prattle?-no man heark'neth to his tales.
In a costly palace if the child with a pin
Do but chance to prick a finger, straight the doctor is called in;
In a wretched workhouse men are left to perish
For want of proper cordials, which their old age might cherish.
In a costly palace Youth enjoys his lust;
In a wretched workhouse Age, in corners thrust,
Think upon the former days, when he was well to do,
Had children to stand by him, both friends and kinsmen too.
In a costly palace Youth his temples hides
With a new devised peruke that reaches to his sides;
In a wretched workhouse Age's crown is bare,
With a few thin locks just to fence out the cold air.
In peace, as in war, 'tis our young gallants' pride,
To walk, each one i' the streets, with a rapier by his side,
That none to do them injury may have pretence;
Wretched Age, in poverty, must brook offence.
poem by Charles Lamb
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Marie-Rose de Beauharnais 1795
To what shall I liken thee?
An angel in realms above,
a mermaid in Oceans beneath,
a costly stone in the fiercest
contention sought for,
or even a costly diamond in the
earth's elusive epicentre buried?
Your beauty is a turning point
reference in your amazing book
of chronicles.
poem by Joseph C Ogbonna (13 May 2021)
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There are some things which cannot be learned quickly, and time, which is all we have, must be paid heavily for their acquiring. They are the very simplest things and because it takes a man's life to know them the little new that each man gets from life is very costly in the only heritage he has to leave.
quote by Ernest Hemingway
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Truth can be costly, but in the end it never falls short of value for the price paid.
quote by Ellis Peters
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Hope
There is no COST in hope
But HOPELESSNESS can be costly
poem by David Kush
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Den Of Demonic Dragon
Den of destruction is far away from us,
The rigours of its interior are like a mansion house.
The map shows our blunders, far too costly
For we can not arrive so early at the tomb.
A toolbox is required, for to angrily state necessities
Is far too costly, the dragons of demons are near.
We ask for a maple leaf to indicate peace
To the dragon of demons, an evil work of art.
Archangels are the arbiters of our smooth journey
To the centre of this flat world.
Archeology is asked for, the dragon is dead,
For we found its head in the middle of a mountain.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Ballade of the Traffickers
Up goes the price of our bread--
Up goes the cost of our caking!
People must ever be fed;
Bakers must ever be baking.
So, though our nerves may be quaking,
Dumbly, in arrant despair,
Pay we the crowd that is taking
All that the traffic will bear.
Costly to sleep in a bed!
Costlier yet to be waking!
Costly for one who is wed!
Ruinous for one who is raking!
Tradespeople, ducking and draking,
Charge you as much as they dare,
Asking, without any faking,
All that the traffic will bear.
Roof that goes over our head,
Thirst so expensive for slaking,
Paper, apparel, and lead--
Why are their prices at breaking?
Yet, though our purses be aching,
Little the traffickers care;
Getting, for chopping and steaking,
All that the traffic will bear.
L'ENVOI
Take thou my verses, I pray, King,
Letting my guerdon be fair.
Even a bard must be making
All that the traffic will bear.
poem by Franklin P. Adams
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At Parting
Go, since you must, but, Dearest, know
That, Honour having bid you go,
Your honour, if your life be spent,
Shall have a costly monument.
This heart, that fire and roses is
Beneath the magic of your kiss,
Shall turn to marble if you die
And be your deathless effigy.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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If Only I Can Save The Water
Water is the source of life
But sometimes it's dangerous
When overflowing will destruct
And may cost lives...
This is shown in floods
During typhoons and rainy days
Where water rushed down streams
Making costly damaged to people.
If Only I Can Save The Water
And if I can only save the water
When it rains flows only...
To where mankind need it to be
To supply the need of rice fields
Giving enough water to marine life
The bounty of drinking water
And many other benefits...
But this is beyond control
It's already giving pain
Every time there is typhoon
More floods and destruction -
To people's lives and property
And mankind seem cannot control.
Is this the negative results
Of the wanton destruction
On the forest reserves we have
Where the trees can no longer hold
The ravaging pressure of floods
That no pity to cost the lives
On the victims of the events.
poem by Bonifacio Alba
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Admit the truth
Tell me the truth once in your life.
Answer me, to my straight question.
At what time that day did you bring
Your wife from her bosses flat?
Tell me the truth once in your life.
Answer me to my straight question.
At what home did you get your maid
Aborted and at what cost to save your pride?
Tell me the truth once in your life.
Answer me to my straight question.
How many son-in-laws did you change
Before you set her in a wealthy lord?
Tell me the truth once in your life
Before you die a death of beach,
Having built your fort on illicit bricks.
Admit the truth at least only once.
20.03.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Golden Silence
A word out of season
Of vapid unreason
May seem mere political twaddle at best;
But this thing needs abatement
If, with each wild statement
It mean's that a cool quarter million's gone West.
What millions are pouring
While, raving and roaring,
Not only John Lang, but a dozen or more
Political brothers
Outshouting the others
With rhetoric costly are taking the floor?
In mood apathetic
We hear energetic
But futile economists voicing their views;
And little attention
We give the dissension
Until we awoke to this dread bit of news.
Now, what are we paying
For all this dull braying?
Beyond computation the vast millions heap,
Till we're yearing to shackle
This mad, costly cackle
With curses for him who said talking was cheap.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Life............
LIFE IS A TRUTH,
A TRUTH OF A BEING,
A TRUTH WHICH SAYS THAT LIFE IS A DREAM.
LIFE………………………
IT IS LIKE AN ICE CREAM’S CREAM,
WHICH KEEPS ON MELTING TILL IT’S FINISHED.
LIFE………………………
LIFE IS TO LIVE,
AS WITHOUT IT WE CANT LIVE.
IT IS LIFE WHO CARES ABOUT US
IT IS ALWAYS PUNCTUAL LIKE THE SCHOOL BUS.
LIFE………………………
LIFE IS TWO SIDED,
BUT SOME PEOPLE THINK IT’S ONE SIDED.
YOU NEED LOVE TO LIVE,
AND YOU NEED TO LIVE FOR LOVE.
LIFE………………………
LIFE IS A TRUTH, A TRUTH OF A BEING,
A TRUTH WHICH SAYS THAT LIFE IS A DREAM.
LIFE……………………...
poem by Tanya Goyal
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