Cynic or realist
I don’t donate to charities
which may seem mean in others eyes.
But when I see the fees they pay
to their fund raisers there’s no way.
A large slice of what we donate
is swallowed up as sure as fate.
To pay inflated salaries
and high administrative fees.
A small percentage of the whole
will go towards the stated goal.
It’s possible I may be wrong
but I have been around to long
to swallow their publicity
Which relies on our naivete.
7-Mar-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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People who identify themselves as conservatives donate money to charity more often than people who identify themselves as liberals. They donate more money and a higher percentage of their incomes.
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Earlier, I used to charge territories instead of my fees as an actor, but I realised it was better to keep the two apart. Now, I take my fees in cash, for acting, and keep the distribution thing separate.
quote by Ajay Devgan
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Why Me?
When the hopes are hassled
And relationships are rattled
Naïveté asks, why me?
When wishes are whacked
And dreams are dashed
Naïveté asks, why me?
When fantasies are fettered
And blessings are battered
Naïveté asks, why me?
When desires are demolished
And ambitions are admonished
Naïveté asks, why me?
When temptations are traumatized
And passions are pulverized
Naïveté asks, why me?
Strangely,
Naïveté with influence
And naïveté with affluence
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with name
And naïveté with fame
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with health
And naïveté with wealth
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with fiefdom
And naïveté with wisdom
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with beauty
And naïveté with booty
Never asks, why me?
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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Children in Need
Snug in your
Central heated homes,
Think others living in cardboard boxes.
Turn down heating and donate money saved to
Children in Need.
What should I order an Indian, Chinese, pizza or kebab?
Some are starving –
Would be grateful for a piece of bread.
Have a sandwich and donate money saved to
Children in Need.
Wear expensive shoes
Some walk bare foot,
Designer clothing but some are in rags,
Share some and donate to
Children in Need.
For Friday night out
Are sixty or seventy pounds enough?
Have fewer drinks or miss restaurant meal,
Have kebab and donate saved money to
Children in Need.
Stay in –
Enjoy the spectacle of Children in Need,
With Terry Wogan and the lovely Fearne Cotton.
Share a little and help smash last years total
Of £30 million
And put a smile on everyone’s face.
poem by Khadim Hussain
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Isn't Strange
isn't strange
how a 20 rupee note
seems like such a large amount
when u donate to a temple
but such a small amount
when u go 2 shopping?
isn't strange
how 2 hours seems so long when u are in temple
and how short they seem
when u are watching a good movie
poem by Ishita Bhatnagar
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Finder's Fees
They don't want to be real.
And yet the reality of their existence,
Has manifested them in constant complaint.
Their eyes have been shielded from a truth,
Distanced from their remote touches.
Their anger suppressed,
Has them locked within traps...
Of Sunday confessions.
Torned with guilt that slaps,
If those visits have lapses.
Dictated to keep their tithes high
To ensure,
An answer to their prayers will come.
And All that God 'Is' is free for the asking.
Punishments are of our own choosing.
God has watched us abuse one another.
Do you think He gets paid a percentage,
Of those 'finder's' fees?
His only pleasure,
Is to have us come to HIM.
Alone.
And not understanding this...
Has a temendous price at a cost,
We suffer to deliver.
Just to keep a nightmare of sin away!
But we keep our wishes for things.
And these things wished...
Eventually are asked to have the pressure
Of keeping them,
Blessedly kept and protected.
And All that God 'Is' is free for the asking.
Punishments are of our own choosing.
God has watched us abuse one another.
Do you think He gets paid a percentage,
Of those 'finder's' fees?
His only pleasure,
Is to have us come to HIM.
Alone.
They don't want to be real.
And yet the reality of their existence,
Has manifested them in constant complaint.
Their eyes have been shielded from a truth,
Distanced from their remote touches.
Their anger suppressed,
Has them locked within traps...
Of Sunday confessions.
Torned with guilt that slaps,
If those visits have lapses.
Dictated to keep their tithes high
To ensure,
An answer to their prayers will come.
Or at least a developed plan to put them on layaway.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Will Do This Only If
I do apologize.
My interests have been totally misunderstood.
I have no resources to fund,
Those homeless and needing to overcome their poverty.
I do,
However...
Have millions to spend and donate,
To those campaigning to end such atrocities.
And...
I will do this only if,
My giving is regarded as charitable.
And I am invited to the ball.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Be Good (Bushman Dub)
Just be good to each other...yeah
Donate some peace of mind
Invest in one another...yeah
A love of all mankind
Just be good to each other...yeah
You know we don't get long
It takes so much to recover...yeah
And we can't get it wrong
I'm the meanest, toughest, baddest boy in town
I'm a thief, a liar, one who hunts you down
The final word in justice, and i'll fill you full of hate
So down upon my knees, I am about
To seal you fate
If we're good to each other...yeah
If we just take the time
Treat all men as your brother...yeah
Everything will be fine
When we're good to each other...yeah
You can feel in your heart
The love that all lovers...yeah
When they're apart
I'm the biggest, richest, righteous and strong
Devil plays the tune, i'll make you sing my song
Finger on the button and my eyes are on the prize
In case you had forgotten, I'm a master of disguise
So be good to each other...yeah
And I trust you will find
On the road to discover...yeah
That true love is blind
A reformer coke addict, puppet on a string
My papa gives me credit, so I'm living like a king
Vengence will be mine, I will collect my dues
I'm a walking Armageddon so the world can
Sing the blues
Just be good to each other...yeah
Donate some peace of mind
Invest in one another...yeah
A love of all mankind
So be good to each other...yeah
And I trust you will find
On the road to discover...yeah
That true love is blind
Yeah
song performed by by Ub40
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Experience is a good school. But the fees are high.
quote by Heinrich Heine
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Experience is a good school, but the fees are high.
quote by Heinrich Heine
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Wicked Witch from the West
(parody to tune of the Beatles “Lady Madonna”)
Nancy Pelosi, looking none too sweet
If we paid for your face lift, hope you kept the receipts.
Who pays out the money for your private jet?
Don’t think that is helping the environment.
Your face pulled tighter than a tambourine skin
Your botox treatment botched and overdone
You’ve got a face that terrifies small children
See how they run! !
Nancy Pelosi, the taxpayers oppressed
as you donate their savings to the “poor distressed”.
Nancy Pelosi, lying to the press
seems there’s a “for rent” sign hanging round your breasts
Your sense of self importance is unending
Too bad impeachment papers never come
your reign of error shortly will be ending.
Run, blue dogs, run!
Nancy Pelosi, the taxpayers oppressed
as you donate their savings to the “poor distressed”.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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On Organ Donation
If you’re brain-dead by accidents:
Your eyes can continue to see
By being placed in one who needs,
And live for another life-time!
Your heart can continue to beat
In one who needs a living pump
To circulate the blood around!
Your kidneys both can excrete wastes
In persons two with uraemia,
And help them live for some more years!
Your liver transplanted in one
With alcoholic cirrhosis
Can help him live for some more weeks!
Your pancreas, lungs, intestines,
Bone, bone-marrow and entire skin
Can be help to keep fifty alive!
Donate your other organs too
To ones in dire need of them,
And make your corpse to help men live!
So, gift your body parts to ones
Who seem to be in verge of death
And help continue to breathe!
Donate your organs; help men live!
You can serve God and man though dead!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-5-2009
poem by John Celes
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Google actually relies on our users to help with our marketing. We have a very high percentage of our users who often tell others about our search engine.
quote by Sergey Brin
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In opera, as with any performing art, to be in great demand and to command high fees you must be good of course, but you must also be famous. The two are different things.
quote by Luciano Pavarotti
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My Sparkling Eyes!
I can't see anything
without spectacles.
Luring eyes get vexed
not being responded by my eyes.
The child-carrying anaemic mother
or the shivering octogenarian
travelling in buses as standees,
eyeing me up to receive my seat,
are not looked at all by my eyes.
Specks of dust cover my glasses
when chain-snatchers or those
who scare public peace bustle around.
As my eyes fail to greet
Known people on the road
They think of me as being proud.
But a fifty rupee note on the walk way
before the busy market
made a clear image in my shifting eyes.
I looked around and picked it up.
I liked to hand it over to a shopkeeper
for to be return to that loser later.
But the business people are sharks
giving bogus bills in bits of papers,
evading tax and exchanging fake notes.
And so I waited there for ten minutes,
with my eyes feigning search for the philanthropist.
Alas! Fifty rupee has gone down to the value of fifty paise.
Nobody turned up to claim it.
I am not brought up in a way to give it to charity,
or to a beggar and to donate it to the temple.
Is it a thousand rupee note
to pass it on to the police?
So I pushed it into my pocket
looking around if anybody watching.
Very good eyes I have
which I won't donate even after my death.
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Now the Kids Classic is one of the major fund-raisers for Children's Hospital. Since we started seven years ago, we've raised more than $1 million for the hospital.
Brandy Eyes
Eyes that send me
Chasing after feelings that I lost one day
Why befriend me, when the brandy tells me
What they want to say
Playing big protector is a grand disguise
Till you contradict yourself with brandy eyes.
No beginning, still no end to let me shrug and walk away
Silly grinning, teasing talking promise of a kiss someday
I would put you out of mind if I were wise
But wisdom has no power over brandy eyes.
Maybe Im wrong
If I am please pardon me and pat my head
Sing an old song, sing of one more foolish heart
Thats been mislead
Take the points for winning and donate the prize
And keep right on a-scoring with those brandy eyes
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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I think he could have made most of the trips and gone to most of the fund-raisers if he would have avoided the partisan rhetoric and talked to the country as President in each of these appearances rather than to the narrow partisan audiences.
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Donkeys Driven To Despair!
Have you seen those donkey adverts?
Mistreated one-by-one
And every burden hurts and hurts
While suffering the sun...
The cruelty goes on for miles,
With hardly time to rest,
Yet on they walk through all such trials,
As if to do their best...
Have you seen those donkey adverts?
The look that's in their eyes?
But does your conscience sound alerts
So that you realise?
Or do you wait a minute till
Such horrors leave the screen?
Or does your heart stop with a chill
That humankind's so mean?
Have you seen those donkey adverts?
How much should donkeys lift?
Should we respond, roll up our shirts
And each donate a gift?
There are so many charities,
But love still stirs my heart...
Somebody help these donkeys, please...
Let each one do his part...
Denis Martindale, copyright, August 2012.
Charity site: www-dot-thebrooke-dot-org
TV advert: www-dot-thebrooke-dot-tv
poem by Denis Martindale
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