The Quaker Of The Olden Time
THE Quaker of the olden time!
How calm and firm and true,
Unspotted by its wrong and crime,
He walked the dark earth through.
The lust of power, the love of gain,
The thousand lures of sin
Around him, had no power to stain
The purity within.
With that deep insight which detects
All great things in the small,
And knows how each man's life affects
The spiritual life of all,
He walked by faith and not by sight,
By love and not by law;
The presence of the wrong or right
He rather felt than saw.
He felt that wrong with wrong partakes,
That nothing stands alone,
That whoso gives the motive, makes
His brother's sin his own.
And, pausing not for doubtful choice
Of evils great or small,
He listened to that inward voice
Which called away from all.
O Spirit of that early day,
So pure and strong and true,
Be with us in the narrow way
Our faithful fathers knew.
Give strength the evil to forsake,
The cross of Truth to bear,
And love and reverent fear to make
Our daily lives a prayer!
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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Fleshly Lust
Our sins will lead us to Hell!
So, we better gain Heaven by doing righteousness.
Heaven and Earth will pass away for,
A New Heaven and a New earth which is spiritual;
So, let us gain this New Kingdom with true love and peace.
Oh! ! ! ! Our fleshly lust!
Our fleshly lust will lead us to Hell.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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White Collar Crime
I'm not hungry, (?) throw away the key (?)
It's outrageous, nobody cares,
White collar crime, you had the time,
Blue collar crime, you'll do time every time,
Stealing from the company, taking all the profits,
Sharing with your family, drinking all the benefits,
(?), shocking, it's all so mocking,
White collar crime, you don't have the time,
Blue collar crime, you'll do time every time,
You can get away with it, will they get away with it?
Do they get away with it? yes, they get away with it.
Burn money today, free money tomorrow,
(?) goes my mind, causes so much sorrow,
(?), it's all the same, it's a money power game
White collar crime, you do the time,
Blue collar crime, you do time every time
White collar crime, you don't have the time,
Blue collar crime, you do time every time
All the same, money power game,
It's all the same, money power game,
It's all the same, it's a money power game,
All the same, it's a money, a money, power, the power game,
It's all the same.
song performed by by Grace Jones
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Love Is A Crime
Oooh Yeah
Chicago
If love is a crime baby
I'd do my time
Whether it's wrong or right
You can sentence me to life
If love is a crime baby
I'd do my time
Whether it's wrong or right
You can sentence me
Sentence me to life
Some might say I'm guilty of loving the first degree
If the jury wants to lock me up and throw away the key
There's no greater punishment than what I face inside
Won't tamper with the evidence cause there's nothing to hide
(He lives inside my heart)
(I'm in the middle too)
I'm in the middle too
(You never had a clue)
Unless you felt it too
(If love is a crime) baby
I'd do my time
(Whether it's wrong or right)
(You can) sentence me
Sentence me to life
(If love is a crime) baby
I'd do my time
(Whether it's wrong or right)
You can sentence me
Sentence me to life
Better tell the truth, just let me plead my case
The thief who stole my heart from me I couldn't let escape
He's my only alibi, but I won't drop a dime
So how can I give up to you, my partner in crime
(He lives inside) my heart
(I'm in the middle too)
Ooh yeah yeah
(You never had a clue)
Unless you felt it too
(If love is a crime) baby
I'd do my time
Whether it's wrong or right
You can sentence me
Sentence me to life
(If love is a crime) baby
I'd do my time
Whether it's wrong or right
You can sentence me
(Sentence me to life)
You can take away my freedom
But you can't take my love from me
I won't die a lonely prisoner
'Cause my heart will set me free
Oooh ooh yeah
Whooh!
Chicago
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song performed by by Anastacia
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Happily Ever After
A time, your, families would be
As great and big, our wish that be
Yours, not yours, ours would be
Grandsons, laughing with mirth, would be
Your growing a part
Would make our hearts part
Sparkling stars, would part
A place, time, and homeliness would part
A gain our sons and daughters, yours for love
Love not with lust, but care to love
Lust decay, it would be, care makes true love
Happily ever after, marriages flow with love.
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Completing All The Touches
Her pupil shone –
Black stole a peek
Her smile wore sleek
Beneath a knowingness
That I would seek
A slipping down of garments,
Jealous of their role
To hide the jewels that complement,
Completing all the touches.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
Lines of Lust
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Love Is Lust, Lust is Love?
”To Those Who Don't Know the Difference”
Interpretation that's the name,
Is love lust, or is it the same.
Love is from the heart,
this I believe is true.
Lust is only desire,
that is always misconstrued.
Love to me is a emotional thing,
that only one can feel,
lust is not the binding factor,
that confirms your love is real.
Lust is desire, in a physical sense,
this I believe is so true,
Lust is not the same as love,
is all I'm saying to you.
So which emotion do you feel,
is it love or lust my friend,
It's important to tell the difference,
Or relationships will eventually end.
If you love her….tell her so,
this I beg of you,
Or If it’s lust your after,
let her know it, try to be true.
She'll respect you a lot better,
If you tell her, make it clear.
Give her the respect she deserves,
at least friendship will be dear.
One thing I have eventually learned,
in this ripe ole' age of mine,
Sex is not what makes a relationship,
But love, faith and honesty, it's divine!
by gary1hal
Author's Comments:
'Just a thought....some of us think that lust is love, well, as I hope you can see....its not! '
poem by Gary Halsey Sr.
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Fantasy IV
Pounce of nipple
Snatches,
Catches me off guard
Flounce and ripple
Thro' the breasts
Arrests
Landing hard,
I'm flung upon my back
To analyse the ceiling -
No appealing under stress
Now under dress -
Panties gone
And she upon
My countenance -
I rouse to bait
Her feminine way
Lead astray by
Aromatic warming
Of her womanhood,
I tune her body's
Resonance
Thro' eloquence of tongue -
Her shrieking
Highly strung
We up the play
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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So Many Potential Despots
So many despotic and potentially despotic leaders in the World of today
Suppose with most people in positions of power it is their natural way
To hang on to power at all cost those they perceive as foes they try to eliminate
As well as their rivals for power all their opponents they do hate
The lust for power is addictive in every power hungry man
And most of them when they get power hang on to it for as long as they can
From power hungry into despots they eventually grow
And from despot to despotic criminal their progression is not slow
The fear spread by despotic leaders is an addictive thing
And even out of fear of them the masses their praises do sing
It started as a lust for power when they were in their life's prime
That progressed through the decades to a life of Major crime
In most of those who lust for power a despot does reside
And because of them far too many good people needlessly have died.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Amathalal
Love for sale and lust for anybody who is with money,
But where is the venture of fairness on this case?
For i am Amathalal and i really need true love from you.
My love is not for sale and i am not in for lust,
For the birds have thought me how to fly;
And i will be there for you only with my true love.
Of the letters and of the calls for my beauty,
But a man has just given his wife the second beatings!
And like your E-Mail i just received,
Fo there are some people somewhere without love.
Eve was not sold to Adam but,
She was part of him;
That is why my love is not for sale!
For i need true love than all the lust i do see around me.
I want to be like the 'Little China' in your hands,
And like a matching song without words;
Because i have prepared my true love for you only,
And i will want to see you respond to my taste.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The magic forest
At the Bois de Boulogne lies magic
Magic that cannot be evitable
Magic that lures people into the evergreen forest
In the forest, soft earth is like a comfy bed
Meadows of grass are green sheets for the bed
If you happen to lie down on the bed
The sunlight hugs your body gently like a mother
Your eyes are heavy weights, unable to keep your eyes open
You fall into the sweetest dream as time goes by…
Night walked into the forest as day walked out of the forest
The pale moon is like a glass eye of a witch staring at you
The dark magic falls into the forest
Lusty monsters fill the magic forest
And the magic forest falls asleep…
Whistling In The Dark
A woman came up to me and said
Id like to poison your mind
With wrong ideas that appeal to you
Though I am not unkind
She looked at me, I looked at something
Written across her scalp
And these are the words that it faintly said
As I tried to call for help:
Theres only one thing that I know how to do well
And Ive often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And thats be you,
Be what youre like,
Be like yourself,
And so Im having a wonderful time
But Id rather be whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Theres only one thing that I like
And that is whistling in the dark
A man came up to me and said
Id like to change your mind
By hitting it with a rock, he said,
Though I am not unkind.
We laughed at his little joke
And then I happily walked away
And hit my head on the wall of the jail
Where the two of us live today.
Theres only one thing that I know how to do well
And Ive often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And thats be you,
Be what youre like,
Be like yourself,
And so Im having a wonderful time
But Id rather be whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Theres only one thing that I like
And that is whistling in the dark
Theres only one thing that I know how to do well
And Ive often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And thats be you,
Be what youre like,
Be like yourself,
And so Im having a wonderful time
But Id rather be whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
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song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Either way one is restless
Power of hunger in some is so deep
that it is insatiate with rich food.
Power of lust in some is likewise.
It does not rest with an able better half.
Hunger for power or sex in some is so,
And never deplete though fed, till the end.
Power of hunger, power of lust
and hunger for power, hunger for lust
are restless and endless.
28012.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sonnet 19
let fame be exchange of the masses
and power be sought by ambitious few.
love recognizes only souls and asks us
to divert energies to its intent and view.
time and circumstance thieve fame away.
changing fortune's inconstant as wind.
all things but this to time fall prey-
in love does fortune eternal store find.
not pages for the unloving ear to digest-
your story is chapters written in despair-
neither fame nor power may gain conquest;
humble and simple, love finds access there.
your eyes' rhetoric conquests earth's might!
reflected in that glass is love's true Light!
poem by Doug Bentley
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Lilac Was Here
Lilac was here
And it’s been struck
I know I’m sure
For I can see the ashes in the ground
Can smell the fear of the flower
A deeply burnt silence can be heard
Of a thousand of little torches
That night has swallowed
Lilac was here
Fragrances are pure
Unspotted by a thunder or any other sound
Taken by the hands of some terrible power
To dwell unspoken in any single word
Through the seven landmark arches
That I have followed
In vain
Lilac was here
I know its mark
And now it’s gone
Where to or why
I’ll never know
Dwelling in the dark
Before the dawn
To touch the sky
Some place else to grow?
Insane?
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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No Greater Lust
In those who desire to become leaders the ego is quite strong
And sad to say there is nothing worse than an ego that's gone wrong
Those who abuse their privilege of power are those with an ego out of control
For there is nothing darker than darkness of the soul
And no greater abuser than the abuser of power
In fear of the dictator the population cower
The only respect they have for him is respect out of fear
Of crimes against humanity of the power obsessed we do hear.
The one who does not desire great power is the lucky one indeed
The power to lead a happy life is all she or he does need
The most powerful person in the World to the Reaper's scythe must fall
For every life must end in death and that applies to all.
No greater lust than the lust for power and it does seem sad to say
That people often the wrong type vote into power on election day
'Tis said that all good leaders are compassionate and kind
But such people are very rare and very hard to find.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Talons of a Gothic Mind
She of talons, borne from gothic mind-
Steel of blue her chilly stare,
Pitch of black her fetid blood-
Whence there came an evil flare
To terrorise the weeping kind
Befogged in mental mire; to rape
The shore with phallic waves -
And all for lust, her one desire:
Corrupt the sand of innocence
Without a case for penitence,
Or cause for such as reticence -
While coming on her priapismic fire.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Dark Ages
I am coming out of dark ages
And I lived half way through my life
Also I got my hand dirty in the mud a long time ago
I did it and got my tshirt and that job is over
I am coming out of dark ages
Because I spent most of my life in dark ages
And I saw so many dark skies while I went through my life in dark ages
I am coming ou of the dark ages
To help the children in their daily life
By teaching what is right and wrong
Because the children needs to learn what is right and wrong
So they don't became a criminal when they grew up
Because here on earrth are full of criminals already and we have more than What we can handle
I am coming out of the dark ages
To show my love to the children that lives here on the earth with us
I am coming out of the dark ages
Because I want to play with the children everyday here on the earth Because I know that I can make the children happy for once
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Love And Lust
Each shall have a room, as they are distinct
As love is blind, lust has eyes wide open for its games
As love is day, lust is the night at the bar
As love speaks the truth, lust can just lay silent looking for the tasty froth
Love need not be beautiful but lust makes it a requisite
Love may abstain, but lust cannot
By its nature it thrives in banquets
Love is pure but lust goes to mud in all wild wrestling for what it desires
I can love you without lust
But you may not like it after all
I love and lust you
And in you
Love and lust shall
Hold hands, kiss tight, hiss all the night
Love and lust
The two becoming one
To both of us
So this union may last
This communion of souls.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fatherland
THE BRAVE old land of deed and song,
Of gentle hearts and spirits strong,
Of queenly maids and heroes grand,
Of equal laws,—our Fatherland!
Though born beneath a brighter sun,
Shall we forget the marvels done,
By soul outspoken, blood outpoured,
By bard and patriot, song and sword?
Forget how firm and true our sires,
Still lighted by their battle-fires,
’Gainst kingly power and kingly crime,
Long struggled in the darkened time?
How in a rolling sea they stood,
Where every wave was freemen’s blood,—
Shall we forget the time of strife,
When freedom’s only price was life?
Shall Cromwell’s memory, Milton’s lyre,
Not kindle ’mong us souls of fire,
Not raise in us a spirit strong—
High scorn of shams, quick hate of wrong?
Shall we not learn, Australians born!
To smile on tinselled power our scorn,—
At least, a freeman’s pride to try,
When tinselled power would bend or buy?
The brave old land of deed and song,
We ne’er will do her memories wrong!
For freedom here we’ll firmly stand,
As stood our sires for Fatherland!
poem by Sir Henry Parkes
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The Crime
If creation had no hunger
And no need of food
Then expression of love would not come.
As food is essential for need of livelihood
Like that love is essential for need of life
But for what sake man did crime at first
Was that for food or for love?
Attraction of Adam and Eve to prohibited food
Was for satisfying of hunger or for love?
What reason causes the death of?
Wrong done by one child of Adam and Eve.
Did the word wrong, kill, robbery
Plunder, destroy born at that time?
Then from the ancient time
The word crime is intimately ours?
From the abdomen of love the word crime
Has come into birth?
poem by Bongokobida Zakaria
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