All strangers and beggars are from Zeus, and a gift, though small, is precious.
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City Of Beggars
The sky is always blue in the city of beggars
There is not much green in the city of beggars
There are buildings being built so fast in the city of beggars
In every corner that you encounter
The city of beggars are growing so fast
And in the city of beggars lives 30 million people
The air is not that good in the city of beggars
Because of the factories and the cars
The city of beggars never sleep
The noise goes on 24 hours a day
It is not safe to walk in the street of beggars
Because you can get robbed and killed at any time of the night or day
The traffic is chaotic in the city of beggars
Thanks God there is no snow in the city of beggars
poem by Aldo Kraas
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All Are Precious
Every child’s, a precious one!
Every spouse, a precious one;
Every sibling, a precious one;
For, most have small, a family norm!
Every parent’s, a precious one!
Every student’s, a precious one!
Every teacher, a precious one;
For, most have small, a family norm!
Every worker’s, a precious one!
Every inmate, a precious one;
Every colleague, a precious one;
For, most have small, a family norm!
Every person’s, a precious one!
Every life, a precious one;
Every soul, a precious one;
For, most have small, a family norm!
So, take all care of every life,
And don’t take undue risks at all;
Life’s most precious thing on earth;
For, most have small, a family norm!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 24-10-2010
poem by John Celes
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Theme From The City Of Beggars
Free the beggars from poverty today
Free the beggars from the slam today
Free the beggars from slave labour
Give the beggars some hope today
Put a smile on the beggars face
The beggars are starving today
So go ahead and feed the beggars some bread and water
Because that is better than nothing
Give the beggars the same right
That the rich got
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Beggars Day
If this is heaven, then Im in hell
If trust is misfortune, then wish me well
While I think of sadness baby
Your light shines through, your light shines through
Your light shines through
Chorus:
Because its beggars day
Because its beggars day
Because its beggars day
Ive lost control of my darker side
A world all for free, on a nastier ride
*and I have crossed myself in anger
All your mercy cant save me, all your mercy cant save me
All your mercy cant save me
Because its beggars day
Because its beggars day
Because its beggars day
Lead:
Its beggars day
You know its beggars day
Because its beggars day
See this love, Ive stored for you
Wheel it and deal it, but our feelins are true
Repeat *
Chorus (2x)
(written by nils lofgren)
(published by almo music corp./hilmer publishing co. ascap)
song performed by by Nazareth
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Happiness (2.0)
I’ve never thought
In terms of happiness,
It always seemed
More mythic than Zeus
And less obtainable
Than gold and other precious stones.
I do what I have to do to survive,
I try to show kindness to strangers,
Apologize when I hurt someone,
Never relish in an enemy’s demise,
And never take anything
That isn’t rightfully mine.
What I’ve missed in happiness
Will be returned in the perfumed breeze
Of spring flowers
That God will waft to me
When I lie down in eternal sleep.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Strangers But Strangers And Strangers
strangers but strangers and strangers
life goes on truth goes gos on humanity goes on
meaning goes on time goes on rain goes on storms go on
animals kingdom s go on in the forest of Darwin
strangers but strangers and strangers
images go on in the line of alternative realities
images are close relationship with human existence
strangers but strangers and strangers
facts are not strange but language is strange
strangers but strangers and strangers
A Gift From Me To You
I am sending you all
a gift for Christmas.
The gift isn’t big at all,
but when it blossoms,
it is the biggest gift of all.
It comes with love and hugs
that are just for you to keep
for a rainy day
to chase the blues away.
You won’t see the gift
as it is invisible to see,
but you will know its there
and everyone will see.
You see the gift
I am giving you for Christmas
is something from the heart.
It is too big
to fit in any box.
The gift is the gift of friendship,
the most precious treasure
I can give,
it comes from a loving heart
for as long as I may live.
So please accept my gift
as it comes from me to you.
poem by David Harris
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Gift Is A Must
Giving gift must form one's duty.
Give it to who deserves and needs.
Give it to who could not repay.
It can be a gift of treasure,
A gift of talent or of time.
View not the receivers as beggars.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The filth of the culture.
Beggars are a few who beg for food.
Beggars are a few who beg for money.
Beggars are plenty who beg for acceptance.
It reflects the filth of the culture.
10.10.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Strangers Again
(toby keith)
You couldnt tell by lookin wed ever met before
I hardly ever see her, she dont come by any more
With all the time we spent together, I thought by now she wouldve called
Its amlost like she never even know my name at all
But the first night I met her, we were just strangers
Small talk conversation, we became friends
One morning we woke up and wed turned into lovers
At the end of the line now, were strangers again
This used to be our hangout, now I guess its only mine
And all our friends still come here, they ask about her all the time
I say I spoke to her just yesterday, no wait, two days ago
I guess that girl will never change, but Im the only one that knows
That the first night I met her, we were just strangers
Small talk conversation, we became friends
One morning we woke up and wed turned into lovers
At the end of the line now, were strangers again
But the first night I met her, we were just strangers
Small talk conversation, we became friends
One morning we woke up an wed turned into lovers
At the end of the line now, were strangers again
At the end of the line now, were strangers again
song performed by by Toby Keith
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Zeus
Zeus has a normal life
Two children and a loving wife
Yet he feels his days crappy
He never is really happy!
Zeus likes his wife on his side
And when the children on his shoulder ride
Yet he feels he’s missing something
In nothing of these he’s getting the zing!
Zeus’ head wants to remain rational
But down there pricks the monster carnal
Goading him to break free
Telling him ‘you are not happy’!
Zeus after a prolonged strife
Breaks the shackle blows the fife
Other women with madness he hounds
Crazed with the blindness this world abounds!
Zeus wakes up to the riddle at last
That happiness cannot come out of lust
It’s always there in a normal life
Two children and a loving wife!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Happy birthday
A season of great joy
a time of beautiful choices.
A day filled with love,
your heart craves for more.
You smile for no reason,
your joy has no season.
a wonderful day of remembrance,
a day of great celebrance.
Life has smiled on u in a wink,
giving you another year as a gift.
a gift precious as the stars in the stars in sky,
the precious gift of life.
Happy birthday my dear friend,
wishing you lots of happiness without end.
you've recieved a preciouse gift in this world,
may you witness many more to come..
poem by Randy Micheal
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A Small Gift
A SMALL GIFT
There is so much more to this world
Than I will ever know-
Each of us so full of himself
Is nonetheless empty of so much else-
We are all small
However great we are-
Nothing I write can make me mean as much
As so many others
Who have written
And who will write.
God has given me a small gift
I should be thankful for it.
With it
I write these lines.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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What I Am Is God’s Gift, What I Become Is My Gift To God
WHAT I AM IS GOD’S GIFT, WHAT I BECOME IS MY GIFT TO GOD
What I am is God’s gift, what I become is my gift to God tells us that our own body and the life that breath in our body is God’s precious gift to us but what this body can become and what sense or impact of our being as a person to others and to God is our gift to the Almighty. Our own body and life is our own gift from God on the day of our creation from womb till we joined this world to become what we want to mirror in this journey of life. God has given us all the provisions to live and all the faculties we need to grow as a person. He gave us a body strong enough to withstand trials of life like illness, sorrows and pains to keep us not so much fragile to anything that we can paint our own journey in this life. No doubt the life we breath is indeed God’s most precious gift to all of us. Precious than anything like glittering gold or diamonds. Our life is really beyond compare being the ultimate reasons God had created this world and the very reason why He gave his only begotten Son to secure and protect such gift to all of us. Truly, our own life is our gift from God but what we become as a person is our gift in return to God.
What we wanted to become in the eyes of men and God is our gift in return to such noble and precious gift of life we had from God. Our body is the temple of God’s Kingdom when we let our soul glitter like diamond upon the eyes of God if sense of righteousness lives within every breath we take as we deal with other people and so with God. It is how we used this body as an instrument to fulfill our own mission in this life through our own vocation, work or services we take is our gift to God. Everything we do in this life in the service to other people and to God is our own gift to the Almighty. Everything we do to the temple of God’s Kingdom, our body, determines the impact of our sense of being as a person in the eyes of God and men. Truly, if we wanted to be looked upon as a glittering diamond in the yes of God and men, we must live in righteousness upholding all the fundamental truth and wisdom of God as we relate with other people and as we serve with prudence sharing our life and services to others.
Our own sense of being, purpose or mission through our various ways, vocations or services is the way how we return our gratitude and appreciation to our gift of life from God. The way how we share our own life to give life and light to others is our gift to God. Make this life then shine for others and to God for it is our own little way of returning the favor of God’s grace and love to us.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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The Greatest Gift
When Christmas shopping is done,
wrapped gifts lie ‘neith a tree
sparkling bright with tinsel and light
for everyone to see.
Each gift has been selected
with thoughtfulness and care.
Toys and such will mean so much
like all the gifts we bear.
But let us keep within our heart
the much greater gift than these.
One from above, with God's great love
should bring us to our knees.
A gift of birth to all on Earth.
A gift that's far from small.
To everyone, He gave His Son…
The greatest gift of all.
poem by Ron Tranmer
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Strangers
(bobby braddock)
Two strangers passing on the sidewalk
Barely brush each others hand
He says Im sorry
She says dont worry
And that is how it all began
A few short days and night together
And its like they were meant to be
Lying there with her he softly whispers
Just think what we were so recently
Strangers, strangers
The world greatest lovers
Last week we were strangers
Two strangers passing in the hallway
Barely touch each others heart
Now theyre pretending
Two shadows blending
But theyre a million miles apart
Soon shell be packing up her suitcase
Theyll be dividing all the blame
They know how they started
Now empty hearted
They dont have a clue how they became
Strangers, strangers
The world greatest lovers
And now they are strangers
The worlds greatest lovers
Have turned into strangers
Strangers, strangers
song performed by by Martina Mcbride
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Reunion
I had guards like watchdogs
Dogs in a manger
I could feel the protection
Possession and anger
And I drove out of there
With no on behind me
Feeling funny and free
All you pretty pretenders
Negligent vendors
Arent you precious inside
I have no need for anger
With intimate strangers
And I got nothing to hide
Yeah
I laughed as I said it
This is my situation
Its not pictures or privilege
Its just self preservation
I dont want you to feel
Any obligation
It feels so funny to be free
All you pretty pretenders
Negligent vendors
Arent you precious inside
I have no need for anger
With intimate strangers
And I got nothing to hide
We act empty and innocent
But we are fueled by distortions
(I remember you)
Of lives led in discontent
(when we were shiny and new)
Trading misfortunes
(now you guard your faith)
Cause faith is one thing
That is hard to deliver
(temper your speed)
It feels so funny to be free
All you pretty pretenders
Negligent vendors
Arent you precious inside
I have no need for anger
With intimate strangers
And I got nothing to hide
I got nothing to hide
All of us arent we
Pretty pretenders
Negligent vendors
Arent we precious inside
I have no need for anger
With intimate strangers
And I got nothing to hide
I got nothing to hide
I had guards like watchdogs
Dogs in a manger
(I remember you)
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Life's A Gift
Life’s a gift for you to send
Life’s a gift for god to end
Life’s a gift now you’re with me
Life’s a gift for all to see
Life’s a gift when love is true
Life’s a gift when times look blue
Life’s a gift with the one you trust
Life’s a gift even if UN just
Life’s a gift a ray of sun
Life’s a gift though your heads held to a gun
Life’s a gift when its handed on a tray
Life’s a gift even though it’s always on display
Life’s a gift it’s hard to understand how
Life’s a gift so take advantage of it now
poem by SharonAnn Dawson
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Murder of life
Ive lost my effort in life, maybe its just a simple crime. living life like it was murder can be pleasant when you are around strangers. Outgoing and fun isnt the solution, neighter strait or serious help the motion. having to live a double life its like taking a life, running away from problems everytime. life can be like a hard day with bad weather or like a sunny spring day, beautiful and clever.Some times we take our life and use it as a tool, people dont realize life its only one, live it full.
Life its a precious gift given by god and many people just lay there and drop. Ive lost my effort in life, maybe its just a simple crime. living life like it was murder can be pleasant when you are around strangers.
poem by Yaderin Cruz
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I Will Let You Go
Here we stand
Each of us afraid to make a sound
Hoping love will turn this thing around
And I know what I must do
Chorus:
So I will let you go
Yes fly away my love
Linger for awhile
Live for a strangers smile
And hope it is enough
Youll return
But I must let you go
Sometimes
Two steps back is just what lovers need
Not knowing that its love
That makes us free
So Ill be brave and retreat
Chorus:
cause I will let you go
Fly away my love
Linger for awhile
Live for a strangers smile
And hope that is enough
Youll return
But I must let you go
No its not, no its not fair darling
Missing precious hours, precious days
Making you figure out
What I know to be true
Love remains
Fly away my love
Linger for awhile
Live for a strangers smile
And hope that is enough
Youll return
I know
But I must let you go
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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