Terrorism
Terrorism is a serpent under the flower
By the socalled politician of the world.
And they are making false belief that
Terror anywhere in
Any form has to be rooted out.
And they pour water manure regularly on it
To make themselves on the power and position
And they expressed their good wishes and rapport.
To say frankly the politicians are
Living in Rome and strifing with pope.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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God has planned a whole
One who seeks the road misses it
Let the thief do his job
Let the politicians manipulate war among the states
In the name of nationalism communism fascism
And democracy or theocracy
Let the capitalist seduce the consumers
And rob the people
Do not ask them to change their course
Because that will be a sacrilege
God has planned a whole
And there is room there for thieves politicians
And the capitalists
He has preordained everyones way of life
And it is the duty of the thief to steal
It is the duty of the capitalist to rob
It is the duty of the politician to lie
And suppose a politician gives up his vocation
And seeks the road to liberation
He surely misses the road
Because God has given the snake venom
To bite others
If he doesnot pour that into the blood of the lambs
If the philosopher does not pour his thoughts
Into the blood of the lambs
He will transgress Gods will
God is overhead
And pollution terrorism exploitation
The possibility of a nuclear trafficking of women
And children --everything is all right with the world
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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So Hard To Find
There are a few honest politicians so honest and faithful and kind
But they are such a small minority honest politicians are so hard to find
They would do almost anything for to hold on to power as power in their lives is their central theme
They put power in their lives before principle or at least that is how it does seem,
There are a few honest politicians though their type are becoming quite rare
And shady deals are concocted in high places in the bigger World out there
So much corruption in high places where success can come through deceit
Far decenter than them poor and homeless and living it rough on the street
To most politicians to lie is so easy and one lie leads to another they say
And they are referred to as 'the honorable' yet they tell more lies every day
They are tainted by their lust for power to power they so desperately cling
Yet many see them as quite special and many their praises do sing
And many out there are so gullible and to the faults of the power wielders quite blind
And 'tis sad that honest politicians are becoming much harder to find.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Politicians Vavroovahana Patra
Politicians exploit the people of the country;
Hoarding money, remain in palatial building with delight.
Poor people die with plight;
Politicians say India is a country of prosperity.
Without providing food to the poor entertain day and night;
Do not feel all are sons and daughters of Almighty.
Widow laments for food day and night;
The family remain in hunger with plight.
Politicians forget their ideology of sacrifice;
Remain away Divine Bliss.
Entangle in bribe and corruption;
Enhance society’s tension.
A good politician thinks upliftment of society;
Derives peace observing poorman’s smile and delight.
A good politician derives peace serving the patient;
Lives in peace with merriment.
Good politician is blessed with Divine power;
God blesses him with peace, pleasure.
Service to human beings is service to Divinity;
All are sons and daughters of the same Almighty.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Frankly Mr Shankly (instrumental, Soundcheck)
Frankly, Mr Shankly, this position Ive held
it pays my way, but it corrodes my soul
I want to leave you will not miss me
I want to go down in musical history
Frankly, Mr Shankly, Im a sickening wreck
Ive got the 21st Century breathing down my neck
I must move fast, you understand me
I want to go down in celluloid history
Fame, Fame, fatal Fame
it can play hideous tricks on the brain
but still I rather be Famous
than righteous or holy, any day
but sometimes Id feel more fulfilled
making Christmas cards with the mentally ill
I want to Live and I want to Love
I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of
Frankly, Mr Shankly, this position I've held
it pays my way and it corrodes my soul
oh, I didnt realise that you wrote poetry
(I didnt realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry)
Frankly, Mr Shankly, since you ask
you are a flatulent pain the arse
I do not mean to be so rude
but still, I must speck frankly, Mr Shankly
song performed by by Smiths
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Frankly, Mr. Shankly
Frankly, mr. shankly, this position i've held
It pays my way, and it corrodes my soul
I want to leave, you will not miss me
I want to go down in musical history
Frankly, mr. shankly, i'm a sickening wreck
I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck
I must move fast, you understand me
I want to go down in celluloid history, mr. shankly
Fame, fame, fatal fame
It can play hideous tricks on the brain
But still i'd rather be famous
Than righteous or holy, any day
Any day, any day
But sometimes i'd feel more fulfilled
Making christmas cards with the mentally ill
I want to live and i want to love
I want to catch something that i might be ashamed of
Frankly, mr. shankly, this position i've held
It pays my way and it corrodes my soul
Oh, i didn't realise that you wrote poetry
I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry, mr. shankly
Frankly, mr. shankly, since you ask
You are a flatulent pain in the arse
I do not mean to be so rude
Still, i must speak frankly, mr. shankly
Oh, give us your money !
song performed by by Smiths
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He who wishes to live at Rome must not quarrel with the pope.
The false belief
That the God answers
Might be a false belief.
That the God hears us
Might be a false belief.
Only belief, though false,
Give us strength for hopes.
02.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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One Thing We Should know About Terrorism
There's one thing we should know about terrorism it will not be beaten by force
But we can lessen the threat of it by treating it at it's source
Like in our attitude to those different to us since the sort of a Human World we live in we help to create
Since racism and cultural divisions only does give rise to hate
For to rid the World of terrorism there is not any plan
For if people wish to harm you they most certainly can
Why do some people hate us so much that they want to do us ill
That they even sacrifice their own lives in order us to kill?
This is the question we must ask ourselves and the answer well may be
That those we choose to Govern us create for us an enemy
And in order for to cling to power fear and paranoia of those different they do spread
And their awful war on terror have left a million people dead
But by treating the source of terrorism we may well be on our way
To a more peaceful World to live in on a not too distant day.
poem by Francis Duggan
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If we meet an honest and intelligent politician, a dozen, a hundred, we say they aren't like politicians at all, and our category of politicians stays unchanged; we know what politicians are like.
quote by Randall Jarrell
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“A Powerful Thing”
What are you going to do with the power, the power you hold in your mind, are you going to make the right choices today? Don't go at it blind!
For this power is a great gift from above, it was given to us through an undeserved kindness called LOVE!
So don't abuse of it, make it worth while, by making good choices and staying away from what is vile!
Use this power which holds a strength all its own, in order to become an adult that is full grown! Living this way, you will have your fill. By using this power, known as your free will!
poem by Alberto Lee
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Nothing to fear
I have nothing to fear,
All wants to come near,
Good will they want to bear,
Try to show as if they are dear,
I am son of politician,
Very clever and tactician,
Rich and powerful only companions,
Controlling all including unions,
All this led to my arrogance,
Adding to fame and elegance,
Prefer to keep more distance,
Not to be seen in public and have a glance,
All pray and submit to rising sun,
So I am believed to be promising son,
Qualities of politician should form my basis,
Nothing should be read or form part of thesis,
Politician’s son may become politician,
So may be the case with clever musicians,
Craftsman and artists can’t produce artists,
Politicians have qualities to hide culprits,
All machinery and police force at command,
Things easily available simple at demand,
No one can raise finger and blame for fault,
Even money disappear from strong vault,
It is thriving business with no control,
Even commit crime easy quick parole,
Influence work with possible fear of reprisal,
They don’t need evidence or appraisal,
My father might have been good,
In previous birth and offered food,
So as result we enjoy and throw,
All our glory with pomp and show,
No college, no degree or education needed,
Only self honour and pride conceded,
Not feeling bad at insult and shame,
Containment of hatred and sharing blame,
So this is business no one can master,
Money may flow even with speed faster,
All is needed from people to muster,
At the time of selection they serve as caster,
I need to groom under his cover,
So to succeed in list of fewer,
Prepared to take false oath and vow,
Learn all tactics to escape how?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Hold Your Position (Stones)
Now here comes the great musical thing called "hold your position"
Rasta, them style ya a just levelment Uncle seen
Hold me position, Just a hold me position
I ya, hold me position, just a hold me position
Go on, hold me position, just a hold me position
Just like Jesus Christ in the valley of decision
Devil come along and tru to deceive man through him
Got him plan from the older one
Him had to hold him position, had to hold him position yeh
Hold him position, had to hold him position
Well rhythm like this makes me and me daughter
Go down at the dance, bubble on the corner
When the rhythm is sweet, we a go hold tighter
Rub-adub like this makes you go one
So you hold your position
Say you hold you position aya
Hold your position, say hold your position
Things and time was a getting slow let off the rhythm
Let the good time roll
Don't bother go a slow and stay a back row
I man come to make the rhythm
Just a rock and flow, because me hold me position
Just a hold me position
Special request to 39 Acker Tree, Frontline, everyman on Kime
UB40 say come and rhyme
Yes, Daddy Stone, me in the dance hall style
So we really come to make it versatile
Because one of a kind we come to blow your mind
So you should hold you position
Yes, hold your position, aya
Hold your position, hold your position
Hold Your Position (cont'd) Stones
Skank steady, Skank Steady
I tell you rock the rhythm
You should skank down steady
You know you say, it heavier than lead
Kinda tougher than tough
You know that Jah, Jah covers
Since he stands over us
So hold your position
Hold your position
Move to the east, and you could a move to the west
Lyrics like this Jab know never go jest
Say chunk ice water say right to your chest
Intercity, outer city everywhere the best you better
Hold you position, just hold your position
Hold you position, say hold your position
Well rhythm like this is really so hot
Let off the vilse because a legal shot
Because we hold our position
Yes, we hold our position aya
Hold our position yes, hold our position
Hold on tight never let go
Tee, ta, tee, say them all in a row
Donkey want water, you should hold him
Joe hold on tight and never let go
Hold your position, just hold your position
Hold your position a ya, just hold your position
Wah dat, hold your position
I say hold your position settle hold your position John
Hold you position Aunty, hold your position
Say hold your position go on
Hold your position, tell them rhythm so crucial
Rhythm so nice like sugar, like a spice
Cause when we a come a dance give you rough, nough, choice
A youth like me should a drive Rolls Royce
Sugar my tea baby, you're irie thought the two of us
Will go to bed cosy
Just a hold me position, hold me position
song performed by by Ub40
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The Power
A wave of power rushes past you on a windy day
waving your hair into disarray and tingling your skin
A formless power makes you comfortable in the biting cold
the same power fills you in agony, pain and suffering
when you go straight to possess the heart of that comfortable power
and it is the same power which falls out of the clouds in little drops
and each of these are a single form of power
for the power is in the air
and the power is in the fire and the power is in the water.
A beam of power ricochets into your eyes from something
and you are illuminated with the beauty of the complete world
you see the ugly, you see the amazing, you see the violent,
and you see every solid and pattern
you see darkness behind an object in the form of it
lying in the ground or right beside your arm
and even in the darkness, there are objects and things
which has a power that enables you a touch of it.
All for the reason that the power is in the objects,
and the power is in the light and even the darkness and shadows.
A form of the same power enables you,
to know the presence of your woman near you
the same form of power gives you, the knowledge
of the proximity of your best food.
For the power is in the scent and smell
and the power is even in your nose that smells.
A vibe of power rings in your ear
and you know that something is somewhere near
and your tongue that knows the quality of the food
is all the power that's doing you good
the sound is itself the power
and so is the ear and the tongue
the tongue that so eagerly tastes your favorite food
the food which contains the power in itself too.
All this time you and me are here
and all this time everything else is there,
is for the power is everywhere;
the power pumps inside your body all the time
and even when you are dead and bloodless,
the power is still there in your veins and muscles.
The power is the life, the soul
the touch, the light, the darkness, the sound
the sentiments flowing inside you is the power
the strike you make in anger is the power,
and the power is existence, energy, substance, and motion.
The power was in the place where God was born
the God is Himself the power
and like God Himself,
the power is omnipotent, and it is there where existence is there.
poem by Rajiv Prajapati
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Terrorism: War Of Today
TERRORISM, WA OF TODAY
mELVIN bANGOLLAY
This world we lived outlived many war
The war against nation's tyranny
Racial vindication for the weak country
Has made volumes of war history
Of terrorism against all humanity.
Today the war against terrorism
Still waging as a way of showing idealism
By some groups of people with dynamism
To take the lives of innocent victims
By the power of their goons extremism.
Everybody should be aware today
That terrorist knows no limit or boundary
To put the lives of many at their mercy
In their desire to see death everyday
As their joy and ultimate trophy of victory.
We should not let this be an act of patriotism
For the terrorist believes in this idealism
That to take the lives of Christians and Muslims
Is an act of greatness and noble living
For Allah or the Father God dislike this offering.
Along with all Poets in every land or country
I fervently appear to wage war against terror's fury;
I strongly believed that through our pen today
We can heal the wounds of war and tyranny
And light terrorist minds to stop their advocacy.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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The Soothing Caress Of The Serpent's Flattering Tongue
At one time or another
The politician himself was a snake
A big boulder of a boomerang rock
Fell on the man snake
He was staring death in the face
The pious tender man saved him
But true to form there and then
The ungrateful politician went all
Out to prostitute himself before
The world and the other crosstitudes
And before the world the pious man
He threatened to backbite and betray
And back stab all this was true to
The form of the slick darkie politician
Before you back stab me and backbite me
And betray me let's consult the consult
That spin doctor known as the jackal
The out maneuvered pious man said
Jackal is like Ban Ki Moon and Kofi
Annan rolled into one-they're notorious
For charming the world into shaking
The hands of the Basher Assads and the
Muammar Ghadafis of the world that are
Dripping with the blood of the innocent
Ban and Kof are at the forefront of the
Self servers who give the democratic world
The package of democracy without justice
On the plight of the miserable poor The
United Nations is usually silent but it
Defends to death the rights of the murderer
To receive clemency and skip the noose...
To the deceiving snake man thus spake Jackal
Crawl under the big bouldering rock
And try as he did the snake could not
Get the rock off his heaving chest and there
They left the snake to ponder to death
The lot that's to befall the politicians
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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I believe in
I believe in having good friends
They keep you up to date
With the latest fashion trends
I believe in telling jokes
I want to laugh regularly
Until I choke
I believe in being serious
There is always an air
Of you being mysterious
Even if there is nothing there
I believe in good sex
It is a good form of exercise
Even though it can be complex
I believe in love
Be it from down below
Or heaven-sent from above
I believe in fate
It is not something you create
It just happens out of the sudden
I believe in luck
But only when it works
When it doesn’t I just mock
I believe in hard work
Not only talk, talk, talk
It is work that earns you the buck
I believe in you
But sometimes do wonder
If all the things you say are true
I believe in good food
Spiced with romance after
To lighten up the mood
I believe in making babies
Then turning them
To gentlemen and ladies
I believe in courage
Strength with sense and not rage
I believe in dreams
But not the ones that make you scream
I believe in God
No ones knowledge and power
Is that vastly broad
And last of all
I believe in me
If I stopped believing
Then life’s wonderful gifts
Would not be worth receiving
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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How beautiful is
How beautiful is the Belief, when we belief in the God
How beautiful are the Creatures, when we belief in the Creator
How beautiful is the Motherhood, when we belief in the Sacrifices
How beautiful is the Fatherhood, when we belief in the Battles
How beautiful is the Childhood, when we belief in the Innocence
How beautiful is the Dream, when we belief in the Ambition
How beautiful is the Contentment, when we belief in the Simplicity
How beautiful is the Life, when we belief in the dead
How beautiful is the Love, when we belief in the Care
How beautiful is the Happiness, when we belief in the Sadness
How beautiful is the Relationships, when we belief in the Tender
How beautiful is the Fruit, when we belief in the Farming
How beautiful is the Confidence, when we belief in Our self
How beautiful is the Beauty, when we belief in Our eyes
How beautiful is the World, when we belief in Peace
How beautiful is the Friendship, when we belief in Brotherhood
How beautiful is the Marriage, when we belief in Sharing
How beautiful is the World, when we belief in the Peace
poem by Mohammed AlBalushi
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If You Exist This Proves You Don't Care
Is it the Gods who decide if we live or we die,
If it is then our lives aren't worth living,
The whole concept of life is no more than a lie,
It is cruel and yet so unforgiving.
If Gods have this power we are no more than pawns,
In a warped and sick game of chess,
If it's for them to decide if a new day dawns,
Then it's a concept, which just doesn't impress.
Who are they to dictate these sick rules?
It's the ultimate form of oppression,
If their presence is true then they treat us like fools,
It makes you wonder if they encourage transgression.
Do they live in luxury as their creations starve?
Paradise is where we're told Gods reside,
Do they drink finest wines as their beef they carve?
Why for their destitute do they not provide.
We're allowed to communicate but it's all one way,
They don't reply but still expect you to believe,
It's only dictators who won't let you have a say,
That's a thought that should make us all grieve.
Why don't they help us when assistance is required?
For accountability they have no obligation,
Yet it's preached to us they must all be admired,
They're all false would be my allegation.
For someone so strong and with so much power,
You remind me of our world's politicians,
Unachievable promises, which make the decent cower,
When found out there are no honest admissions.
If you are real then please prove me wrong,
By showing us your people you are there,
But I know you won't as it's in a fantasy you belong,
‘' If You Exist Then This Proves You Don't Care ‘'
Once Pope Under Jevais Resolvd To Adventure
Once Pope under Jevais resolvd to adventure
& from a Good Poet Pope turnd an ill painter
So from a Good Painter Charles Jervais we hope
May turn an ill Poet by living with Pope
Then Each may perform the true parts of a friend
While each will have something to blame or commend
poem by Thomas Parnell
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One Person Cannot Bring Peace
One person cannot bring peace to our World but when millions of good people unite
And march for peace in every village, town and city the war inclined may see some light
Beyond the darkness that surrounds them and through the windows of their soul
The light of change may even penetrate we can change others by thought control.
Gandhi brought great change through non violence no greater power than people power
Divided good people are defeated and their flower of peace is a wilting flower
But united we can bring about change as peace never comes through the gun
The dead never hear the birds singing at the going down of the sun
Refugee camps all over the World are crowded with war refugees
Billions are spent on war weaponry and little on poverty and disease
In the news each day we hear of violence and too much of war and terror we hear
The war men with their war on terror have found new ways of spreading fear.
Amongst the fearful population who believe everything that they say
We lose our own sense of direction when respect to such people we pay
You show some people a flowering garden they only see weeds and decay
And any hope of peace will keep on fading as long as the negative have things their own way.
poem by Francis Duggan
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