Elgin Marbles Acrostic
Elgin exit permit from Turks obtained
Left pictures plundered from the Parthernon
Gift to England from Greece over-run
Illicit theft, Acropolis bereft, maintained
Now full two hundred years. Relations strained.
Museum pieces on display have done
A grave dis-service to Art which should shun
Ransacking of Man's heritage which reigned
Before Great Britain was much more than swamp.
LESson: return to Hellenes frescoes' pomp.
(7 February 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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For Britain Only
We blasted Glasgow
Invaded France
Assaulted Sweden
Took down our pants
And lovely England
My little kitten
Deliriously
Black widow Bitten
For Britain only
Only for Britain, yeah
For Britain only
Only for Britain
Jumped on the concord
Ain't much for sittin'
I told my boys, now
No public spiting
No bar room fighting
No bad head splitting
Behave yourself 'cause we're, we're back in Britain
For Britain only
Only for Britain
Cost six years of time and space
It took so long to change his face
To redesign his streamline face
Now strong and sleek but still no taste
Guilty
I'm guilty
Won't go to Hungary
Iran is out
Welcome to Moscow, huh
I have my doubts
Can't get near Libya
That boy's insane
Let's head for London
Where we can scream again
For Britain only
Only for Britain, yeah
For Britain only
Only for Britain
For Britain only
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Gordon Cumming - The Lion Hunter
Some thirty years ago, in conversation with an old sea
captain who had visited or voyaged to all quarters of the
globe, he was denouncing fiercely the degeneracy of these
costermonger times. He said there was a book in our
town library which was a tissue of falsehood from begin-
ning to end, and that there never existed such a man as
Gordon Cumming, the Lion Hunter. I told the old gen-
tleman that I had seen the Lion Hunter hundreds of
times and conversed with him in the woods of Aylter,
and that be was a descendant of the Royal Comyn, one
of whom was killed by King Robert the Bruce, and that
I had seen the magnificent person of Gordon Cumming in
the garb of old Gaul, successfully punish a huge prize
fighter who kept grossly insulting him during the excite-
ment of a general election-when Cumming's uncle,
Major Cumming Bruce, was running for member, this
Major being father-in-law to Lord Elgin, formerly Gov-
ernor of Canada. I also told him that Hugh Millar was
a warm friend of the Lion Hunter's mother, as she was
distinguished both as a geologist and a botanist, and that
Livingstone, the great traveller, was a great admirer and
intimate friend of the Hunter. After his return to
Britain he exhibited himself and his magnificent trophies
throughout all the cities and towns of Britain and Ireland.
His own noble figure in full Highland costume was perhaps no
insignificant part of the exhibition. Barnum afterwards
secured the noble specimens of hides and horns and monstrous
tusks for his New York museum.
Now the youth in fertile Moray
Do in Gordon Cumming glory,
Bold lion hunter-first who made
With Africa tribes successful trade ;
First in those wilds to fire a gun,
While he the mighty trophies won.
The moat celebrated lady traveller in Britain is Miss
Cumming, a niece of the Lion Hunter. She has written
several volumes of her travels in distant lands.
poem by James McIntyre
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One That Was Not Sought
A gift is given...
Without an ego displayed,
By the giver attached.
The receiver of the gift...
Believing there to be more,
To this giving...
Than something as simple,
As that!
And...
The gift given is given back.
With sarcastic remarks...
And other unnecessary verbal attacks.
The giver of the gift,
Although offended by this...
Keeps a head straight on shoulders.
And makes only forward steps.
With a lesson learned...
And not a temper to display,
The gift giver never shows a disappointment.
Or has a thing to say.
Knowing that a wisdom,
Came as a surprise lesson taught.
From a teacher in disguise.
And from one that was not sought.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Oklahoma Heritage Center
I wish you could have been with us
When we went on a trip the other day
Our tour guide did a great job
With the Heritage Center on display
The building was renovated
And done with such style and grace
Housing historical pieces
It’s a very exceptional place
The furniture is extraordinary
And you should see the glass chairs
The history just seeps into your mind
And done with wonderful flair
You learn about Oklahomans
That founded this wonderful state
Going way back to the beginning
We can’t even begin to relate
We’re so proud of our heritage
And I know you would love to enter
A special place of past history
Called Oklahoma Heritage Center!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Much has been said and continues to be said of what little concern the Turks had for the Acropolis treasures.
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The Great Divide
If you are that kind of person,
Who does not understand...
That pieces of a jiggsaw puzzle,
Creates a completed picture...
As an end result,
Of putting those pieces together...
You are one of those people seeking,
Answers to your questions.
And no one seems to have the patience.
You are on the other side of the great divide.
If you are that kind of person,
Who needs little explanation to what is observed...
You appear to have a peace of mind.
And have adjusted through changing times.
You have been the kind most likely misunderstood.
The power of faith is in your face.
There is a comprehension sustained that is maintained.
With a quiet calmness carried within obtained.
You are one of statements and impatient in debate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Watching You, Watching Me, Watching You, Watching Everyone
So this is Great Britain
A green and pleasant land?
The home of CCTV Camera’s
To get speeding drivers banned
So this is Great Britain
The welfare state, & NHS
Great British Institutions?
Some think they’re in a mess
So this Is Great Britain
That once ruled the waves
An Empire and a Commonwealth?
Now issues ASBO’s if one misbehaves
So this is Great Britain
The Mother of Democracy?
The House of Commons and Lords
Ensuring justice & liberty?
So this is Great Britain
Where God saves the Queen
A land of hope & glory?
You can vote at age eighteen
So this is Great Britain
Are the pensioners in poverty?
They’ve never had it so good?
They’re all having a nice cup of tea
So this is Great Britain
A class system breeding inequality
Education, Education, Education?
Needing a dose of political honesty
So this is Great Britain
Still the mother of the free?
The police, council, & MI5
Are watching you or watching me
poem by Gordon David
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Here Just to Drop Off the Evidence
I can not tell you...
How, when or even why this happens.
I can only leave you in undisputed denial,
Since that is your gift!
Not mine to convince.
I'm here just to dropp off the evidence,
Of it!
Then split...
With an obtained focus,
Gained and maintained.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Keep the chain of human race unbroken
Made in heaven
Are marriages
Is an adage
But this phrasing is slowly assuming
The status of just a saying
A woman and a man
Are declared wife and husband
To stay together and united
So that an institution called family is
Established, maintained and sustained
With the great responsibility of
Begetting children and helping them grow
Into worthy human beings
The prime motive is to
Ensure continuation of the
Genetic order Homo sapiens
Togetherness and union among the couple
Are directly proportional to the
Emotional, social and economical interdependence
Both of them feel and display
Initial display of mutual interdependence
Immediately after marriage
Is enormous, as it is natural love and affection
And sustaining this is necessitated by arrival of kids
With the advent of civilized living
Social contacts and economic dependence
Demonstration of mutual interdependence
Wanes and as of now it is less uncommon
To see couples fall part
As the sacred heaven-designed relation is strained
There is a need for the couples to
Get committed to relations
As it is the only way for
Keeping the chain of human race unbroken
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Display
We shall display the souls of our nation
Like the military affairs and the fountain of our choice.
It runs like honey from France, the nation that became
A nation.
Justice defends me, as my word is a problem
And theft is a disorder, theft is allowed.
We shall display the souls of men and women
Who bare children in the soil, in the ground of desire.
Display and proffer as answers remain conclusive
By the leaders of the deep abode,
The house of command and commitment is made on it.
Display is the fountain of belief.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A scandal is made by two
In every theft the plunderer is taken to task.
In sexual theft, the plundered is taken to task.
In a scandal, it is the woman who is done with
Albeit it cannot be with out the man’s foray.
30.03.2001, Pmdi
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Our Heritage
This is our heritage; the far-flung grass,
The golden stubble and the dark-red moor;
Men pass and perish as the swift years pass,
But wide and wind-swept still the fields endure.
This is our heritage; the love of sport,
A fair ambition and a friendly strife,
The rivalry of farm and camp and court,
The keen endeavour of a clean, hard life.
The hoofs of horses on the trampled lea,
The crash and rattle of the broken rail
Where the first flight ride reckless, knee to knee,
And bold men face the dangers of the vale.
The cry of hounds, the holloa and the horn ;
The lean red shadows where the foxes run;
To these and all their challenge we were born,
And these we leave behind us, sire to son.
This is the heritage that none can take,
The gift we hold, the gift we give again,
And this the spirit that no Time can break,
So long as England and her fields remain.
poem by William Henry Ogilvie
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Greg
Greg a man of medium height and build is in his late sixties with the silver of time in his hair
In the early sixties he left his old Hometown in England for to experience life in the big World out there
He never did return to Scunthorpe or again set foot on his old Homeland shore
He grows old in this southern Country where one day his bones will rest forever more.
His only child a daughter has a teenage son and daughter and as for Bella his ex wife
Three years ago she married her lover since he is the great love of her life
And Greg lives alone in a Melbourne eastern Suburb in a two room flat he reside
A kind hearted and honest fellow of far off old England with nothing in his life for to hide.
But his English accent is still with him to his heritage a give away
The tongue of his old Mother Country until his end with him will stay
He lives off of his retirement pension his main interests greyhound racing and Aussie Rules football
With a great memory for names and faces past happenings he can readily recall.
On Saturday evening Greg goes to the Local Pub for a few drinks and a chat with his mates
And the main topic is Aussie Rules football the great games and the footballing greats
He seldom ever talks of England I'm a naturalized Aussie he say
I will live out my years in this Country and in Aussie soil my bones will lay.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Loss of Eye Contact
You and I have one thing in common!
We both are attracted to exit signs...
Without a need to ask for direction.
Unfortunately...
Some folks are so hypnotized,
By their own ego...
They believe the display
Of someone's lack of attention
And loss of eye contact...
Is a signal for them,
To produce pictures of ugly children!
'I'm sorry!
I didn't know those were 'not' pictures,
Of you taken at a petting zoo!
Ooooohhh...I see,
They are your grandchildren? Well...
No offense, but can you point out which
Ones are which! ?
Will you ever forgive me? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When people say England, they sometimes mean Great Britain, sometimes the United Kingdom, sometimes the British Isles, - but never England.
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OTT (My first attempt at rhyming - far too complicated! ! !)
The Infinite was contained
and in a body of flesh constrained.
There for over thirty years He remained
even though Herod was deranged,
and as the wise men he entertained
his reign soon became bloodstained
by the death of the children that he arranged.
But Herod was outbargained
and his plans had been curtained
by God who had foreseen and prearranged.
So to Egypt His Son He preordained
and in so doing Herod restrained.
In His ministry Jesus His disciples trained
and people came who by sins were chained.
For in mankind the sin was so ingrained
as God's law and name they had profaned.
From Him they had become estranged
only through Christ could they be unchained.
The kings of earth then campaigned
against this One that God had ordained,
who by the people became so disdained.
The chief priests and scribes complained
and with Judas they bargained,
a cost of thirty pieces of silver they ascertained
was the price for his loyalties to be changed.
Then against Jesus the people ganged
and by the guards He was detained,
but the Lord was calm and refrained
from violence even though Peter strained
at his sword. Christ from fighting abstained
Then before Pontius Pilate He was arraigned.
So Jesus was led away to be hanged
upon a rough cross by carpenter tool not planed.
Into His body the nails were banged
as there by men He was cruelly slanged,
He was determined, His resolve unchanged
as the life from his body was drained,
There for my sins He suffered and pained
and on the cross our lives interchanged.
As I viewed him there all blood stained
and from His body the crimson tide rained
my eyes became red and tearstained.
Forgiveness for my sin He had obtained
as His life for mine He exchanged,
there forgiveness for my sin He attained.
Death for Sin God had deigned.
Satan's great plan had boomeranged
and in the grave he was completely caned,
he fought hard for Jesus to be retained
but the Christ was not to be enchained.
Satan had now been defanged
and his power was to be tightly reined.
Thus great victory over death was gained
by the sinless life Jesus had maintained
for His life from sin was completely unstained.
On the Emmaus road to the two he explained
that because of the sinless life He had sustained
Death was vanquished and Paradise regained.
In heaven the jubilation is unconstrained
and the rejoicing is completely unrestrained,
praise from unnumbered multitudes He had captained
the voices of those whom God had foreordained
Christ reigns supreme where Satan had once reigned.
Electric storm for M' lady Ernestine
The darkness of the night is rent
By lightning bolts that burn blue/white
The power of Nature apparent.
It is a truly awesome sight.
A heavenly firework display.
A lesson in humility
or merely just the Gods at play
It could be either possibly.
Depending how you choose to view,
this natural phenomenon.
Of course the choice is left to you.
Because it is so quickly gone
I choose to take the former view.
A lesson which is overdue.
Wednesday,02 February 2011
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Travels
The road up to the Acropolis
Winds around the hills
And the souvenirs carried their treat
Like a famous puzzle in the heart.
In the future Turks will make a new way
To the recent joy and pills are not made
To make him go up that way
To the Acropolis.
Inside my heart is the proud mistake
I managed to speak of the world of Tissues,
Of bodies that concert blameworthy sighs
Of ill-health, of distress and any hotel of luxury.
I am now glorious, like a cushion in a bedroom
With a Turk who loved my harbour:
Inside is the really fun part, the organ
Called the Heart.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Museum Of Idiots
They built this whole neighborhood out of wood, out of wood.
I guess I'll still be around when they burn, burn it down.
I will be standing around when they burn it down.
Here in the Museum of Idiots.
Honey, I'm there when you need me, please believe me, please believe me.
I'll still be right where you left me, if you manage to forget me.
Where we met is where you may forget.
Here in the Museum of Idiots.
If you and I had any brains, we wouldn't be in this place.
Chop me up into pieces if it pleases, if it pleases.
And when the chopping is through, every piece will say, "I love you."
Every piece of me will say "I love you."
Here in the Museum of Idiots.
Every piece of me will say "I love you, you you"
Here in the Museum of Idiots.
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Sonnet- On Insurance
The modern trend's to insure everything,
Like house and house-hold articles from theft;
As unnatural events, the world can bring,
And penniless, a man can then be left.
Even our life must be insured these days,
As accidents and diseases afflict;
Our profession too must be safe always!
As losses great, life can on us inflict.
Does man insure his soul from devil's theft?
What Policy will guard his soul's good health?
What is the use of soul with grace bereft?
The purity of soul is our best wealth.
Faith is the Policy all men must take;
And preserve soul from sins for Heaven's sake.
poem by John Celes
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