Fodder for Cannon
Bodies glad, erect,
Beautiful with youth,
Life's elect,
Nature's truth,
Marching host on host,
Those bright, unblemished ones,
Manhood's boast,
Feed them to the guns.
Hearts and brains that teem
With blessing for the race,
Thought and dream,
Vision, grace,
Oh, love's best and most,
Bridegrooms, brothers, sons,
Host on host
Feed them to the guns.
poem by Katharine Lee Bates
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Be a guest
The guest must leave the host
Against host’s insistence to stay.
Be a guest only for a while.
Be a host to compensate
23.07.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Guest Is 'Trouble
There is a guest and a host
child and servant,
eternity and vanity,
The guest is trouble.
In sickness, health is the host
he gives way to sickness
that the power of truth is depicted
the guest is 'trouble'
In pain, comfort is the host
who concedes the pain
that the vanity of darkness is depicted
the guest is 'trouble'
In death, life is the host
who gives way to death
that the power of resurrection is shown
the guest is 'trouble'
Life is eternal, death is a moment.
health is a fruit, sickness is a leaf
that falls from a tree of life.
They soon wither and waste away.
Be strong, it's not too long
the guest will leave.
and the host will have it all
The guest is 'trouble'
poem by Timothy muggaga
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You Are Just Arriving
You are just arriving.
And I have been here!
Don't think that I am going to be a gracious host!
You may at times find me gracious...
But a host I am not.
You are here on your own.
When your eyes opened..
That's when your reality for you began.
Some things you see you may find unbelieveable!
Do not tax your mind.
Believe it!
Do not try to find understanding.
You'll get stuck in that quicksand like the others.
You are just arriving.
And I have been here!
Don't think that I am going to be a gracious host!
You may at times find me gracious...
But a host I am not.
You are here on your own.
When I first discovered reality...
I was taunted and teased.
With disgusting disrespect!
You are just arriving.
You may not notice or suspect,
The depth of their ignorance.
You will.
And that's gauranteed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Insignificantly Significant
Millions of particles,
Making up my body.
Millions of bodies,
Making up a world.
Millions of worlds,
Making up a universe.
Removed from this,
I feel alone.
Yet, I am a piece of the puzzle.
A part of a bigger picture.
Insignificantly significant.
One infected cell spreading.
Affecting the body,
Eventually, killing the host.
One infected host spreading.
Eventually killing the world.
One cell at a time,
One person at a time.
But in order to heal the world,
The host must heal first.
For if an infected host can destroy,
Then a well host can build.
A body will heal,
One cell at a time.
Until it is healthy.
A world will heal,
One person at a time.
Until it is done.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Talk Show Host
I can't describe the pressure of the hype
Another show they'll have your vein opened up again
But it's all the same they way they sell the game
Sucking out the feeling so you'll never win
Overload...in stereo...I'm sweating like a talk show host tonight
Overload...in stereo...I'm sweating like a talk show host tonight
Despite the high that tends to come out live
The repetition seems to grab the flare away
The radio it seems so shady oh
I'll never hear myself just quite the same again
Overload...in stereo...I'm sweating like a talk show host tonight
Overload...in stereo...I'm sweating like a talk show host tonight
I'll see you on the way down
Overload...in stereo...I'm sweating like a talk show host tonight
Overload...in stereo...I'm sweating like a talk show host tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
song performed by by Flickerstick from Welcoming Home The Astronauts
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Top Man
This is a public warning
Be careful when you're out
We are having freaky weather
There's a lot of it about
On the terraces is it swinging
He's a monkey on the roof
You've seen him on the telly
So let me introduce you're host tonight
T.o.p.m.a.n. he's naughty by nature
T.o.p.m.a.n. on doubles and chasers
T.o.p.m.a.n. guilette or a razor
T.o.p.m.a.n. shooting guns on the high street of love
In a crowd it's hard to spot him
But anonymity can cost
He's never cheap or cheerful
He's hugo and he's boss
He's riding through the desert on a camel light
And on a magic carpet he'll fly away tonight
Open sesame
T.o.p.m.a.n. he's naughty by nature
T.o.p.m.a.n. on doubles and chasers
T.o.p.m.a.n. guilette or a razor
T.o.p.m.a.n. shooting guns on the high street of love
T.o.p.m.a.n. sees her in double
T.o.p.m.a.n. then pukes on the pavement
T.o.p.m.a.n. likes her all clean and shaven
T.o.p.m.a.n. shooting guns on the high street of love
T.o.p.m.a.n. he's naughty by nature
T.o.p.m.a.n. on doubles and chasers
T.o.p.m.a.n. guilette or a razor
T.o.p.m.a.n. shooting guns on the high street of love
T.o.p.m.a.n. shooting guns on the high street of love
T.o.p.m.a.n. shooting guns on the high street of love
song performed by by Blur from The Great Escape
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If you are a host to your guest, be a host to his dog also.
If you are a host to your guest, be a host to his dog as well.
A guest should not cause his host's demise. When the guest is ready to leave, his host should not have given him a hunch-back.
The host counts the loss
Woman is a host and man is a guest
In a sexual act, an accomplished act.
She enjoys offering herself to him.
He enjoys himself feeding upon her.
Party is over; the host counts the loss.
22.02.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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One Of Nature's Life Forms
Like most living life forms we harbour disease
And we play host to mites and we play host to fleas
And our germs search for hosts in the freshening breeze
That we give to the air when we cough or we sneeze
Since to Nature's laws most of us never comply
The word arrogant to us surely must apply
We pray to our invisible Gods in the skies
But that we are one of Nature's life forms we fail to realize
In our search for Nature's resources when we dig up her ground
New once dormant diseases we do spread around
We may think we own Nature but we have got it wrong
Since of her we were born and to her we belong
And like all of Nature's life forms we are born to die
That is a fact of life and facts never lie.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Insight Without Feistiness
Why I should I host,
A disgust I hold?
After years of acknowledging,
A faith I trust has boldened my soul.
Too much of nothing,
Surrounds and makes attempts...
To narrow and close my eyes.
Emphasis on lust and decadence,
Blocks out the Sun...
As if clouds darken the skies.
Why should I host,
Those who boast only about themselves.
I did that myself when I was younger.
But as I matured,
I peeled away pretense and lies.
I've spent too many years,
Self examining with a consciousness.
And freeing myself of nonsense...
To lay insecurities I had at rest.
Have I become jaded,
With the experiences to me that came?
Am I too observant of thoughtlessness,
Quick by others to vocalize.
Offending as this is displayed.
Have I become too old to critique?
As a feistiness within me fades?
Have I become too concerned with grace?
To prove I can do this as I age!
Why I should I host,
A disgust I hold?
After years of acknowledging,
A faith I trust has boldened my soul.
I should let go of this,
As a feistiness within me fades.
I should let go of this,
To prove I can show...
How gracefully I can grow older.
With an insight without feistiness,
As I age!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Hear The Body Speak
i hear the body speak
today warning the soul
that its demands sometimes
cannot be granted because
the soul is merely its visitor
and here on earth
the body is the host and as
host, it decides what is
good for the moment
what is best for itself
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Every dog has its day.
You are happy today.
You are pretty today.
You are proud today.
Do you know why?
You are the host today.
Every host owns that day
And will willingly pay.
03.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Support! Qatar
Support! Qatar ***
To host World Cup 2022 for soccer
Imagine!
When the whole World get together
In the capital of magic and the beauty
And the authentic Arabic manner
Qatar is the pearl of Gulf
Keeping the peace and doing a favor
In the region it is as peacekeeper
And among countries
It is the first backer
For others
All honorable people in the World
Will support! Qatar
To be the only competitor
For sure the World will never forget
This Event forever
Let us support Qatar
Let us plant warmth's seeds
And change the hot weather
Here in Qatar
All seasons will gather
No winter no autumn no summer
Everything will be better
Our hearts with Qatar
All of us with Qatar
Qatar will be the winner
To host World Cup 2022 for soccer...
*** Qatar is one of the most beautiful Arabic Countries. Doha is the capital. It is located on the east coast of the Arabian Peninsula.
and Qatar is the only country in the Middle East which bids to host World Cup 2022
poem by Naji Almurisi
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Host
Questions, only questions
answers of those questions
you cannot find here.
Go, Go, and go
Where to go
please do not ask.
We are all here in a cage
and we all are guest
who is there to host
I do not know.
So many things I do not knoe
ask me not.
Go, go alone, all alone
If you find somewhere
something that is yours.
I do not know
What is there to say
with the host.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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A guest has not to thank the host, but the host the guest.
Feed Them!
Plenty of fertile land,
In every host and guest,
Plenty of much needed grains,
In every other country,
We have enough food to feed,
But People are hungry.
One billion in total,
Seven tenth of them in Asia,
People have no money,
People have no man created money,
They sleep in hungry,
People have no mint created coins,
To buy the food to evade pain,
To fill their acidic stomach,
Every six person on earth,
One person is skeletal,
With haunted look,
One hundredth of them,
In the developed world,
shame on the hypocrites,
who hold back and destroy the food.
Gods of human, Feed them.
Gods of heaven, Feed them.
Gods of hell, Feed them.
Singular God of the desert,
Please feed them.
with the food to the poor
and the knowledge to the ignorant,
who are recalcitrant in nature,
selling the Gods to human.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Who will ever know?
What calamity brought
evil Lucifer and his wicked host
through galaxies without number,
with countless stars and planets
to this earth, to where we are?
Was it just mere chance
to stumble on the place where man lived,
or didn’t they have any other place to go
to escape Michael and his holy host?
Or was it part of destiny, or eternal law,
in the ordinance of God without flaw
to sacrifice His own to save man
or was chance, will or law or none
responsible for this? Who will ever know…
poem by Gert Strydom
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It Tastes Like NECTAR
To be an unwanted guest
sitting alone in the absence of the host
eating food 'hot and shining like an eye of a cat',
It is not delicious, but considered 'bitter like neem';
If you happen to eat in a house
where you are greeted kindly with respect,
the host also accompanies you to dine,
however they are poor;
Even if they provide cold watery gruel,
prepared with poor quality rice grains,
It tastes like NECTAR,
imbibes with your mind and body.
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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