Except His sweet will
No necessity of God
To come to earth
To fight contenders.
There is no contenders
in His own cosmos
Except His sweet will.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Men and woman hone their skills
The title to be won being little,
The contenders would be of low ranks.
The title to be won being handsome,
The contenders would be of high ranks.
Men and women are desperate to grow
So that their contenders will be worthy.
But for this, they could not have honed their skills.
30.07.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Contenders
Were going to stop this world from turning
We build it up you knock it down
If you go high then well go higher
Beyond the sky without a sound
Its gonna take a lot but we got plenty
Keep building up keep movin round
If you use ten then well use twenty
Theyre up above and underground - all around
Weve won weve lost weve counted up the cost
And weve evened out the scores we are contenders
Im telling you so pay attention
These words of truth come from above
In God we trust and he has told me
I need you now and Im talking love
We want a piece of what youre selling
Put up your hands and face the wall
How much it costs there is no telling
How much it costs to walk so small - and were so tall
In truth we dare we people just dont care
Weve got you running scared we are contenders
Rich or poor or hiding from the law
You know what weve got in store we are contenders
Youre black, or white, arab, christian, israelite
We are hiding in plain sight we are contenders
Dont bother asking for a favour
I always get all that I want
Though some are foolish we are braver
Than those who do not have a bomb
Forget the turning of the seasons
Lets escalate and never stop
And yes weve talked but for no reason
Lets start again right from the top - countdown
10 - 9 - 8 - 7 - 6 - 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1
Got the world on a string but it aint got that swing
You speed it up we slow it down
A frontier wilder than the west ever was
No sheriff round this outlaw town
So superman if youre listening
Help us out youre on the team
For truth and justice, the american way
The fight for rights not what it seems - with laser beams
With gun and sword there is no reward
But were fighting on we are contenders
Weve won weve lost and weve counted up the cost
And weve evened out the scores we are contenders
Youre black, or white, arab, christian, israelite
We are hiding in plain sight we are contenders
No virgin birth is going to claim the earth
We know what youre worth we are contenders
song performed by by Heaven 17
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January is the garbage can of movies in America, directly after all the Oscar contenders have been out.
quote by Michael Caine
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~ Love ~
Let’s write some
Duets on love,
Wherein we
Become the
Lovers...
Our couplets -
The contenders,
Vying for the
Attention of our
Beloved
Readers :)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Wife makes me insecure
She chose to marry me; it’s my credit.
Other contenders failed; it’s my merit.
She attracts men around; it’s my profit.
Will she be susceptible? I’m insecure.
01.10.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Even though they won't finish in the top four this season, they will still be of the contenders next season.
quote by Alan Hansen
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The Boxing Match
Two contenders on the ring
jumping, hitting and smashing each other
with gloves on, they fight like
the modern jaguars with the target of money
and the grand title the ring can offer.
As they punch each other
with the sole goal of winning,
they cease to look at each other
in the eye as friends in the lonely jungle
but as enemies in the fight over
who is weaker and who has more the power.
Never mind the blood that spills over!
Never mind the fall of the other contender!
The watching crowd shares
the nature of the tigers,
they, too, growl and cheer
when the other is knocked down.
Hurrah to the more powerful!
The boxing match becomes
the jungle of humans
caring only for the strong
and condemning the weak.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Falling Higher
(m - weikath l - deris, weikath)
I thouhgt that I felt alright with my world
But now that I knew seems taken by someone
Probing me, waiting if I take the bait
Surrender, step into the line
We wont give into the false
We are not as dull as taken
Someone will hold out if they can
They must kill us if they want us to fall
When we unite
Were falling higher
When words collide
Well stand straight in turmoil and fear
No harm comming near
Hungry forever since we took a glance
Feared that the world was taken by someone
We realized by the look in your eyes
Metal will never die
With magic in your hands
We are lost-and-found contenders
For a kingdom of our stand
Come togheter no surrender at all
With magic in your hands
We are lost-and-found contenders
For a kingdom of our stand
Come togheter no surrender at all
When we unite
Were falling higher
When words collide
Well stand straight in turmoil and fear
No harm comming near
No harm comming near
No harm comming near
Were falling higher
Solo 1: michael
Solo 2: roland
song performed by by Helloween
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The Shafter Shafted
Well, James McMillan Shafter, you're a Judge
At least you were when last I knew of you;
And if the people since have made you budge
I did not notice it. I've much to do
Without endeavoring to follow, through
The miserable squabbles, dust and smudge,
The fate of even the veteran contenders
Who fight with flying colors and suspenders.
Being a Judge, 'tis natural and wrong
That you should villify the public press
Save while you are a candidate. That song
Is easy quite to sing, and I confess
It wins applause from hearers who have less
Of spiritual graces than belong
To audiences of another kidney
Men, for example, like Sir Philip Sidney.
Newspapers, so you say, don't always treat
The Judges with respect. That may be so
And still no harm done, for I swear I'll eat
My legs and in the long hereafter go,
Snake-like, upon my belly if you'll show
All Judges are respectable and sweet.
For some of them are rogues and the world's laughter's
Directed at some others, for they're Shafters.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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Lord of The Jungle
Lord of the Jungle, certainly,
This leopard so serene.
He posed with sovereign majesty,
The best that's ever been.
The strongest leopard God had made
Of all that lived before,
An alpha male was here displayed,
Of that, you can be sure!
His destiny was crystal clear.
Contenders must beware!
Observing what they knew was fear,
To beg them to take care!
Why risk your life against the Lord?
Why challenge to a fight?
His confidence can't be ignored,
It's safer to take flight!
Lord of the Jungle, yes, in truth!
His power's known to all.
This is the legacy of youth,
That lesser cats recall.
And, to them, he's like a legend,
The bravest of the brave.
And so, I ask, before life's end,
Such creatures we should save.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Land and Sea
Land and Sea
As though by some eternal decree,
Land and sea are destined to disagree
Over where the shoreline should be.
At tide time the Sea rises in anger,
Roars with a sound like thunder,
Summons all the power it can muster.
The Sea advances in waves,
Pushes the shoreline in steps,
Overwhelms Land's defences.
The Land retreats stage by stage,
As the Sea extends its range,
All the while dissipating its rage.
In time, the Sea is pacified and content,
Calls upon its waves to beat a retreat,
To rest and get ready for the next fight.
The land watches with delight
As the shoreline follows the retreat,
And reclaims the land that was lost.
Both contenders must for a time rest,
For there will soon be another contest,
One which is continuously won and lost.
poem by Isam Hussain
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Warfront
The spectre of falling towers in night
unfolds in awe.
A reclusive star rises in east at dawn.
Heart of pig was being readied
for implant, tallies with the seizured
hollow of a man.
A young girl of seventeen, comes for
a rendezvous with a terrorist,
eats the bullets for a damned nether land.
Every one was angry after
the explosion. Only truth had a slit of smile
in the smokescreen of contenders.
A dialogue on violence must start
to know the reality of nirvana
fear will not end, ending of fear.
poem by Satish Verma
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Football! ! !
Football is my favorite game
I love to watch them play -
Those tightly muscled butts and legs
On an awesome autumn day;
How fluidly and gracefully
They dance across the green -
Such elegant contenders play
The best I've ever seen;
Some people think I'm crazy
The way I love the game -
But I'd rather be watching football
Than anything I can name;
Of course I may be prejudiced
I love my maise and blue -
That BIG 10 team that rules the league.............
You rock the Big House - BLUE! ! !
Crown of Gold, Crown of Thorn
In any quest for love, just like many others
A winner is proclaimed from all the contenders
The shining crown of gold, just one but who would wear
Decided by a judge, the heart or mind, either
and the winner is...
In this ever changing world, it's not easy to say
Who the real winner is till come the time and day
Was it the winner who lost or the loser who won
Or did the crown of gold became a crown of thorn
In this uncertain world, no one can ever say
Who'll really win or lose, only the time and day
poem by Pacific Hernandez
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Handsome
To think that the adult lion
Was once a tiny thing.
So his mother kept her eye on
This one who would be king.
She knew that he was full of life,
Vivacious, full of fun!
Yet he must learn to conquer strife
And fight until he's won.
No easy street, no gentle road,
No straight smooth path ahead...
For him, there was a higher code,
Just like a thoroughbred...
Each day would be a battlefield,
Pretenders for his throne,
Contenders waiting still concealed
Until they are full grown...
For now he was a handsome beast
With tiny hidden scars...
Aware that others never ceased,
He dare not let them pass...
He met each challenge with a sneer
And then a grisly growl...
Yet knowing he would win and jeer
And hear his loser howl...
It's Nature's way... it's raw, it's wild,
It's life and death, my friend...
No place for those so meek, so mild,
With no thought to defend...
This handsome lion knows his worth,
His offspring know it, too...
His mother knew it from his birth...
A winner through and through!
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Handsome'.
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
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poem by Denis Martindale
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Here Only Image Plays Like Puppet!
Diving deep into own,
eyes learn to look into far,
beyond the horizon into cosmos,
matter from several galaxies,
light from several stars,
filtered by earth and air
keep you alive here,
several celestial bodies,
working silently to fill breath in your life,
look your form is in cosmos,
here only image plays like puppet,
for the divine unknown, working!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Election Time, Mother's Concern
Intrepidity is scarce
in the ebulliency of mothernism pacific auscultation outrightly lacking
in the concern of a caring mother
multiple anxiety craves in
in the clime of chromic cities
the air of egregious states
the naturalty of maledicted nation
particularly in tempus of electioneering where,
cadaverous polls frighten thumb printers
carnivorous contenders allay phobia in the aura
megalomaniac looters eye political cushions
impulsive poly-thieves breathe at the helm of brutality
blood and aqua exist in the bag of synonyms certainly,
mother’s concern in necessary plausibility
and maternal restriction to vote in oodua land in obligation only,
very unfortunate the irony of politics is,
and as a patriotic citizen from a caring mother,
how regretful my situation cries
poem by Adebiyi Adekunle Oluwaseun
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Sonnet- The World Today(8)
The world of men, women do live in sin;
The problems of today, how do you solve?
If man corrects micro-cosmos within,
The macro-cosmos will sooner resolve.
Tho’ Science has gone to planets and the stars,
The world’s leaders play religion’s trump-card!
To make or break the fragile peace: star-wars;
Bringing a role for the rhetoric by bard.
All men forget, belong they to one race;
And Science is not to destroy all mankind!
Solutions good come when on a love base;
To God’s tenets on earth, we all must bind.
Can earth become a paradise? Never;
Till men can their satanic bonds sever.
poem by John Celes
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-37
Orange cosmos, Yellow cosmos
(Kosmos, Cosmos sulphureus)
As scorching stress melancholizing
Behold, the mercy of the blesser Sun
Showering cool florets tranquilizing
Cosmic Kosmos orange, yellow to stun
And yes, I agree to the eased heart
A wallow in dulcet bright lights
Cousins wild, lush and blushy art
Darting along with in florescence
Slender stemmed leafing pinnate
Waltzing and humming appraising
Birds and butterflies to affiliate
Friendly cosmos no doubt surprising
poem by Indira Renganathan
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No one will...
No one will believe it as right
On the contrary it may result into fight
Long debate has taken over it and the result is zero
Who knows what may happen tomorrow?
Ladies have come up in every field
With high position and rich yield
Very big name in many unknown sectors
They have emerged as clear victors
It has nothing to do with female success
Now a days they have open field with clear access
No one can beat them as far as performance is concerned
Their over all performance has surprised all and stunned
I shall narrate here one ancient saying
"Ladies are to be confined at home and must be staying
They have only to keep father's name going
Each blames may be passed on to them for bad doing"
"Ladies are treasure and prestige of the family"
They must obey and fall in line with easily
The head of the family must be respected
Every one must be told clearly as instructed
"Females have their common sense on back side of the toe"
"In crisis they won't find any direction where to go"
Gents generally rule the scene and keep them under check
Everything can be run smoothing when interest is at stake
Now females have turned the table and proved it wrong
They are top contenders and stand proudly among
Some of the inventions are gifted by females to world
So they are ahead of everything now as it is told
"Pav ki juti" or foot wear object as they were referred
Today it has been reversed and opinion is differed
Their contribution is none to second if compared
No one can say differently today and dare
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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