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Extention of and

Extention of
Olive branch
Is not a sign of
Weakness.

Scams
Corrupti ons
Are fire
Do not play
With these.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Do not play

Do not play
With fire
Scams and
Corruptions
Are fire
Do not play
With it.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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An olive branch

Can that happen ever?
Wars are averted forever
Olive branch in one hand with message of peace
For millions of people to live at ease

Many may doubt and see it as impossible
The wars are imposed and forcible
Slight provocation can engulf entire world
No country can afford to keep the relation in cold

Has world ever witnessed winning of war without fight?
Who would judge our action and emphatically say right?
Can peace be taken as last hope to see the light?
The peace should not be lost out of sight

Yes, mere gesture or process with olive branch is imprcaticable
The impossible result is achieved through and histroy can be tracable
World with the piles of atmoic weapons can’t dare to fight
Only peace with olive branch can lead us and make it alright

There may be threat behind olive branch diplomacy
Still it has increased the peace efforts with frequency
The world doesn’t want misery in the form of another war
We have missed opportunity but still are not very far

With deterrence on one hand and olive branch on another
The blame may be passed on to others
There may still be hidden efforts to defuse
No one may want wart but refuse

Olive branch strategy is right means of persuation
The war is ruled out and is out of question
There may be complete annihilation and destruction
It can succeed with powerful message and instruction

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I come bearing an olive branch in one hand, and the freedom fighter's gun in the other. Do not let the olive branch fall from my hand.

quote by Yasser Arafat
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Oddfellowship in Woodstock

Well tell a tale, it shall be brief
It is of rise of Maple Leaf,
From noble Olive Branch it sprung,
And its good deeds shall yet be sung ;
This Encampment, though in its youth,
Glories in friendship, love, and truth
Of all our lodges yet the chief
May be this youthful Maple Leaf ;
Built of good timber, it doth launch
Well worthy of the Olive Branch,
And though it only is a shoot
We hope that it will take deep root,
And soon be vigorous Maple tree
In Canada so broad and free.
And may its usefulness ne'er cease
Sprung from the Olive Branch of peace,
But comfort brothers in distress,
Widows and orphans it will bless,
And console them in their grief,
Protected by the Maple Leaf.
Poor travellers in the wilderness
They oft do suffer great distress,
But may no pilgrim get rude shock
Sojourning here in Woodstock.

poem by James McIntyre
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A fair chance

Can that happen ever?
Wars are averted forever
Olive branch in one hand with message of peace
For millions of people to live at ease

Many may doubt and see it as impossible
The wars are imposed and forcible
Slight provocation can engulf entire world
No country can afford to keep the relation in cold

With deterrence on one hand and olive branch on another
The blame may be passed on to others
There may still be hidden efforts to defuse
No one may want wart but refuse

Olive branch strategy is right means of persuation
The war is ruled out and is out of question
There may be complete annihilation and destruction
It can succeed with powerful message and instruction

The strongest survive and weakest suffer
The weak surrender and always offer
They play the pawn inpower game
The peace is elluded and can never come

It is the strongest will power that must emerge
The war at no cost must raise head and surge
It is duty of all peace loving people
Weather strong, weak patient or able

The peace has to be given fair trial
No one can dare to offer any denial
It is need of the hour and necessacity
We can prove it with our ability
The world is at the brink of war
The dark clouds appear and are not very far
Evey moment the peace is threatened
The stand of enemy is always hardened

We got to carve out the peace strategy
It can be in form of peace mission with energy
The world leaders too are striving very hard
We must strengthen their hand and look forward

“The peace mus be given a fair chance”

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An Olive Fire

An olive fire's a lovely thing;
Somehow it makes me think of Spring
As in my grate it over-spills
With dancing flames like daffodils.
They flirt and frolic, twist and twine,
The brassy fire-irons wink and shine. . . .
Leap gold, you flamelets! Laugh and sing:
An olive fire's a lovely thing.

An olive fire's a household shrine:
A crusty loaf, a jug of wine,
An apple and a chunk of cheese -
Oh I could be content with these.
But if my curse of oil is there,
To fry a fresh-caught fish, I swear
I do not envy any king,
As sitting by my hearth I sing:
An olive fire's a lovely thing.

When old and worn, of life I tire,
I'll sit before an olive fire,
And watch the feather ash like snow
As softly as a rose heart glow;
The tawny roots will loose their hoard
Of sunbeams centuries have stored,
And flames like yellow chicken's cheep,
Till in my heart Peace is so deep:
With hands prayer-clasped I sleep . . . and sleep.

poem by Robert William Service
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Hanging By A Thread

Theres a kind of emptiness that can fill you
Theres a kind of hunger that can eat you up
Theres a cold and darker side of the moonlight
And theres a lonely side of love
[chorus]
With you here
Baby I am strong
No sign of weakness
With you gone
Baby I am hanging by a thread
Theres a certain kind of pain that can numb you
Theres a type of freedom that can tie you down
Sometimes the unexplained can define you
And sometimes the silence is the only sound
[chorus]
With you here
Baby I am strong
No sign of weakness
With you gone
Baby I am hanging by a thread
With you here
Baby I am strong
No sign of weakness
With you gone
Baby I am hanging by a thread

song performed by by Nickel Creek
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Silence!

Silence is golden
hush being the buzzword
noise gets frozen.

Silence is deafening
martyr’s pyre, waiting to lit
last post sounding; goodbye

Silence is absolute
cat out of the bag
a minister’s heart sag.

Silence is corrupt
abetted by the hammer
justice denied to an innocent

Silence is routine
scams after scams
yet none looses sheen.

poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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Are You Grafted In

Instead of us accepting the Divine precepts of a Holy Righteous God,
It appears that we've bought into all kinds of men's deceptive fraud.

We've been given the clear Oracles of God, unto which we are to live,
But it appears we choose the advice of others to justify all our sin.

God's chosen Nation Israel was broken off because of all their sin,
And it was only by God's Grace that the Gentiles were grafted in.

Paul uses the analogy of an olive branch that has been broken off,
To illustrate God's separation from Israel and their temporary loss.

He explains how Israel's the natural branch broken off for their sin,
And God took a wild olive branch, the Gentiles, and grafted them in.

The replacement of Israel with The Church wasn't God's inclination,
For Israel truly is and always will be God's only hand picked nation.

Their transgression opened up the door to God's present dispensation,
When Grace has appeared to all men leading them to God's salvation.

Also for the nation Israel by God's Grace a new way has been paved,
For Paul goes on to say that in the end all of Israel will be saved.

If the Israelis who turn away from unbelief will again be grafted in,
What may be the end for Professing Believers who live in wicked sin?

Today all Christians must obey The Truth and in Christ we must abide,
For if Christ has no place in our heart like Israel we may be denied.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Like a snapped branch

Like a snapped branch
I am bended before You my Lord
and at Thy feet I want to learn at Thy knees
and I am torn into pieces and weak
and I see the sparkle of your heavenly roof
and the beautiful nature that honour You.

Like a snapped dried out branch
I am broken before You my Lord
and Your decisions of my fate hits me down to earth
and it feels as if I sink away into the dark swamp
without being able to stop it
and I crave a sign, star or miracle to exorcise the evil
or I will always be like a snapped branch.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Contract In Love

written by Lamont Dozier, Janie Bradford, & Brian Holland
(c) 1962 Jobete Music Co., Inc. (ASCAP)
Baby, baby, sign my contract on love
Baby, baby, sign my contract on love
Baby, baby, sign my contract on love
Baby, baby, sign it
Sign it
Sign it
Sign it
You say you love me
And I believe it's true
But before I let myself go
Here's what you've got to do
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
You've got to sign
(You, you, you'd better sign it)
My contract on love
(You, you, you'd better sign it)
Write it in your heart
(You, you, you'd better sign it)
That you'll never do anything
To ever make us part
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
Yeah, I know it may seem strange to you
Yeah, but I've lost a love so many times before
Yeah, and now that I know the score
No one's gonna hurt me no more
And I'm takin' all my chances with romances
Yeah
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
So just sign
(You, you, you'd better sign it)
Right here on this dotted line
(You, you, you'd better sign it)
Where it says you'll be mine, all mine
(You, you, you'd better sign it)
Until the end of time
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
So come on, come on, come on, and
Sign, yeah
(Baby, baby, sign my contract on love)
Sign, yeah
(Baby, baby, sign my contract on love)
Sign, right here on this line
(Baby, baby, sign my contract on love)
Yeah
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
Sign, yeah
(Baby, baby, sign my contract on love)
Sign, yeah
(Baby, baby, sign my contract on love)
Sign my contract on love
(Baby, baby, sign my contract on love)
FADE

song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Olive At Midnight

An olive at midnight

Green

shiny

globe

of
black

The size of a dirty workman's thumb

They (the olives) tumble towards me

Down hills and in still slick lakes of olive oil

I meet my dark shining olive

By suprise

It's midnight in the olive grove

My ciabatta catches him

spinning on the tastebuds together

My olive and I

Two star crossed lovers

One black

On green

Obscene nights of perpetual fulfillment

What a scene! my olive and me

My olive my heart

Oh my darling lovely one

Olive at midnight

At last

you have come to me

And together we will may a delightful

pair

my lips quake at the thought of you

quivering as you slither in a plate of oil

towards them

Olive at midnight

You have possessed me

I am yours

But too many press in

Only one is chosen

It is dark I cannot see you

Oh olive

Are you green?

Or black?

Does it matter I am not prejudice

My dear dear one

At midnight you thunder towards me

My heart is an earthquake

My brain a melting pot offondant cheese

I slice my ciabatta

A tiny onion a tomato pressed between

And you oh olive my love

I am done

Please leave

I am not hungry

It is past midnight

I must sleep

poem by Yvette Smith
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The Pan Of Sorrows

I will give you the grain of tears,
Roast my sorrows in your pan,
O, tender of the fire.

Tender of the fire, branch of magnolia,
Roast my sorrows in your pan.

I am late already,
The shadows are fading,
The cattle have returned,
From the forest.
The birds have raised their clamor.
Roast my sorrows in your pan,
Tender of the fire.

Hurry, be quick,
I have far to go,
To the place
Where my companions have gone.
I have heard the road to that town is difficult
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
Tender of the fire.

When my turn comes,
Your bale of kindling is damp.
Why has your earthen pan
Become flaccid?
What has gone wrong with your fire?
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
Tender of the fire.

Mine is just a handful of grains,
Roast them, and let me go on my way,
Don't leave them raw,
Roast them well.
I beg you, bring an end to this wrangling,
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
Tender of the fire.

The wind has dropped,
Its mournful weeping ended.
A sweet heat
Is rising in the stars.
My breaths are like a marriage procession
Whose bridegroom is displeased.
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
O tender of the fire.

Tender of the fire, branch of magnolia,
Roast my sorrows in your pan.

poem by Shiv Kumar Batalvi
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Woman and Sword

An olive branch she thrusts
through my heart pierced
but a new mistress I’ve found
in the sword of destiny
though the grave yawns
now or never all vanity

poem by Dela Bobobee
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I Almost Had A Weakness

Thank you for the flowers
I threw them on the fire
And I burned the photographs that you had enclosed
God they were ugly children
So youre the little bastard of that brother of mine
Trying to trick a poor old woman
til I almost had a weakness
Last week cousin florence
Bit your uncle joe
Hit him on the forehead with a knife and a fork
(she) said that he looked like the devil
Then she said... pass the vinegar, Im beginning to think
(that) Im the only one who hasnt taken to the drinking of it
Though I almost had a weakness
It pains me to mention
These delicate concerns
While I have to tolerate you family jewels
I really mustnt grumble
(cause) when I die the cats and dogs will jump up and down
And you little swines will get nothing
Though I almost had a weakness

song performed by by Elvis Costello
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To Admit You Are Wrong

To admit you are wrong should not be a sign of weakness
It is indeed a fortress of the strong
To swallow your pride of you does seem so noble
And to a rare breed you surely belong.

Just goes to show that you are not pigheaded
One brave enough for to apologize
To admit you are wrong it may seem rather humbling
But to a better self it does give rise.

To admit you are wrong always takes heaps of courage
To say I'm wrong should not be a loss of pride
To deny truth is more of a sign of weakness
Behind a falsehood one should never hide.

To admit you are wrong is nothing to feel ashamed of
To apologize should shows how brave you are
You are one not lacking in moral courage
And moral courage in life it can take you far.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Contract On Love

Baby, baby, sign my contract on love
Baby, baby, sign my contract on love
Baby, baby, sign my contract on love
Baby, baby, sign it
Sign it
Sign it
Sign it
You say you love me
And I believe its true
But before I let myself go
Heres what youve got to do
(sign it)
(sign it)
(sign it)
(sign it)
Youve got to sign
(you, you, youd better sign it)
My contract on love
(you, you, youd better sign it)
Write it in your heart
(you, you, youd better sign it)
That youll never do anything
To ever make us part
(sign it)
(sign it)
(sign it)
(sign it)
Yeah, I know it may seem strange to you
Yeah, but Ive lost a love so many times before
Yeah, and now that I know the score
No ones gonna hurt me no more
And Im takin all my chances with romances
Yeah
(sign it)
(sign it)
(sign it)
(sign it)
So just sign
(you, you, youd better sign it)
Right here on this dotted line
(you, you, youd better sign it)
Where it says youll be mine, all mine
(you, you, youd better sign it)
Until the end of time
(sign it)
(sign it)
(sign it)
(sign it)
So come on, come on, come on, and
Sign, yeah
(baby, baby, sign my contract on love)
Sign, yeah
(baby, baby, sign my contract on love)
Sign, right here on this line
(baby, baby, sign my contract on love)
Yeah
(sign it)
(sign it)
(sign it)
(sign it)
Sign, yeah
(baby, baby, sign my contract on love)
Sign, yeah
(baby, baby, sign my contract on love)
Sign my contract on love
(baby, baby, sign my contract on love)

song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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The executive branch has grown too strong, the judicial branch too arrogant and the legislative branch too stupid.

quote by Lyn Nofziger
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An Olive Branch

If everyone held out
an olive branch
to everyone,
maybe peace at last
would come to our world
and we would hear
no more crying from mothers
over lost husbands and sons
who have fallen
in far distant lands.
Sadly, that perspective
will never be
so long as there is someone
who wants something
that is owned by someone else.

1 October 2008

poem by David Harris
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Grace Under Fire

I've seen them run, I've seen them broken
I've seen them fold without a word even spoken
Oh, all it takes is a little fire
Well, they watch your eyes, they learn your weakness
They turn it up, and you know
The lean is on, the lean is on
Oh, sooner or later, you're gonna catch heat
There's no use running away
Everything hurries to eat or be eaten, they say
Oh, Papa was right, nothing rates higher
The coolest of cool is grace under fire
Back in the shadows there's the law of the city
Work on the one who shows the first sign of pity
I know, I know
Well, they knock on your door, and they call out your number
And your legs won't move, and you heart starts running
You'll know, you'll know
Oh, Papa was right, nothing rates higher
The coolest of cool is grace under fire
You've got to be the diamond, you've got to be the steel
The lucky have ice in their veins,
They laugh at the devil
And burn like a torch in the rain
Oh, The Jesus was cool, no one bet higher
The measure of heart is grace under fire

song performed by by Quarterflash
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