Punished
Approachable...
Liked.
Giving with care,
With an excitement that invites!
Loving and sensitive...
A natural delight!
Nice to hold,
When someone's there...
To plant a missed fruited kiss,
On lips licked and prepared!
Honest
Empathetic
Communicative and innovative.
Wanting someone...
To repossess a love,
Tossed and thrown away!
Vulnerable to a fault...
Naïve in fact,
In a circumspect way!
When it comes to desire,
That comes to tease and stay...
With temptations fired up
And impulsive decisions come to betray!
Returning a punished cycle,
To experience with the same display!
Torment
Grief
Endless nights...
With no sleep or relief to release.
As quarreling fights ignite thoughts
In a punished cycle beginning to spin
From daylight to dusk!
Straying to affect again...
Those churning,
Mixed and collected emotions!
Punished by the notion of devotion!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The weak rulers
The sword that is fought with
Will not be punished.
The force that is ruled with
Will not be punished.
Rather they are patronized.
The weak rulers lean on them.
02.05.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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As somebody once said, we're not punished for our sins, we're punished by them.
quote by Hugh Leonard
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Mason
It is but natural
to commit crime.
It is but natural
to get punished.
There are commission
and ommission
and you my mason
make all correction.
That I can take
free respiration
in this temple of
devotion.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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This Coming Valentine's Day
what can i tell you now?
you always had it in your mind
that i betrayed your love.
i have nothing to say to defend
my own self.
i have long been punished by
my own lingering
loneliness.
i punished myself like
Oedipus.
Blind i walk the lonely alleys
of my life
grappling but still
surviving as i do not wish
to drag this precious life
to my own
self-willed destruction
life has its place
i too have mine
we are living separately
but we are still one
in this
quest for resolution
i cannot offer you my heart
you know the reason why.
i cannot offer you my thoughts
they are owned by someone.
i have nothing to offer
but i have only one request
you may not forgive me
but please, try forgetting me
ask me if i have forgotten you
how can i?
this valentine's day
i kiss another lips hoping to forget yours.
time is too cruel for us.
let us blame it.
time deceived us
let us ask it about the truth
time is elusive
still we cannot catch
my heart does not bleed anymore
falling short of blood.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ay, You Punished
You! The me, from I then you it took.
It has the all love and the lonely nights,
all the all of terror and the desire, to knock from you. You!
The me and look it has all the constriction and the dreams,
romantic insignificance and the test loves flirtation,
thus sorely was it punished.
poem by Is It Poetry
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I Love daniel bianchie
I love to see you smile
And I love knowing that I caused that smile
I love to see you happy
And I love knowing that I caused that happiness
I love to look into your beautiful blue eyes
And I love the way I fall into them
I love it when you hold my hand
And I love having the courage to grab and hold yours
I love to tease and torment you
And I love it when you tease and torment me
I love it when you touch me
And I love to touch you
I love rediscovering how beautiful you are each time I see you
And I love realizing how attractive you make me feel
I love wanting so badly to kiss you
And I love the way you want to take things slow
I love the fact that you still want to be my love
And I love that I want to be yours
I love so many things about you
But the most important thing is:
I Love you!
poem by Daniel Bianchie
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I Know Its True But Im Sorry To Say
I know its true, but Im sorry to say
Yesterdays a day away.
Nothing I can do to make it stay like that.
Aint that a fact.
I know its true, but Im sorry to say
I just cant handle things this way.
I know its late, but Id like to stay a while, see you smile.
Will you meet me in the morning, with sun fresh on the dew?
Will you meet me in the afternoon, made just for me and you?
Will you meet me in the evening, when the nighttime starts to crawl?
Will you meet me in the hall?
Will you meet me on the wall?
Will you meet me at all?
One more time, one more time.
Shaking up and down my spine.
Jump a rope or skip a line or two.
What can I do?
One more time, one more time.
Color flashing neon signs.
Advertising a friend of my distraction, latest attraction.
Oh my body has been punished.
Lord, I think Ive had enough.
Oh my body has been punished
With too much and not enough.
Oh my body has been punished
And my mind can no longer bluff.
My mind is so unkind, my mind is so unkind.
It keeps me crying all the time.
I know its true, but Im sorry to say
Yesterdays a day away.
Gordon gano: guitar, lead vocal
Brian ritchie: bass ,celeste
Victor delorenzo: drums,vocals
Mark van hecke: organ
Engineers: glen l. loribecki and john tanner
Recorded at castle recording company, lake geneva, wi, july 1982
Produced by mark van hecke
gorno music reprinted with permission
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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Grounded!
I saw the report card you brought home from work!
Punished! You're punished! You drive me berserk!
No Internet surfing! Here's my decision...
No cell phone use and no television!
Just go to your room and don't make me shout!
Go straight to your room and do not come out!
No car for a month, so give me the key!
Stop pouting this instant! I'm counting to three!
Don't disobey me! Why must you be bad?
Why can't you just be a good little Dad?
Grounded! You're grounded! You know what you did!
Hey, how does it feel, Dad, being the kid? ? ?
poem by ToddMichael St. Pierre
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Stung
Lies.
My lies.
My lies.
I learned to quick admit them.
Lies.
My lies.
My lies.
I learned to quick admit them.
When I was young I said I was stung by a bee.
And I was told not to go where I shouldn't be.
And then I 'fibbed' thinking this would benefit.
And right away my mama punished me for it...
'Cause I led.
Lies.
My lies.
My lies.
I learned to quick admit them.
Lies.
My lies.
My lies.
I learned to quick admit them.
My mama struck me and my lips went out poked.
She said don't ever lie and she was no joke.
And I cried.
I cried.
I cried.
My mama stung and I was punished...
From lies.
Telling lies.
My lies.
My mama stung and I was punished...
From lies.
Telling lies.
My lies.
And I learned quick to admit them!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Second That Emotion
Maybe you wanna give me kisses sweet
But for only one night with no repeat
Maybe you'll go away and never call
And a taste of honey is worse than none at all
In that case I don't want no part
That would only break my heart
But if you feel like loving me
If you've got the notion
I second that emotion
Say if you feel like giving me
A lifetime of devotion
I second that emotion
Maybe you think that love will tie you down
And you don't have the time to hang around
Maybe you think that love was made for fools
And so it makes you wise to break the rules
In that case I don't want no part
'cause that would only break my heart
But if you feel like loving me
If you've got the notion
I second that emotion
Say if you feel like giving me
A lifetime of devotion
I second that emotion
In that case I don't want no part
That would only break my heart
But if you feel like loving me
If you've got the notion
I second that emotion
But if you feel like giving me
A lifetime of devotion
I second that emotion
But if you feel like giving me
A lifetime of devotion
I second that emotion
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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Life Is Funny
Even though
I couldn't care less
about those people
how their words
rattle around my brain
in an endless cycle
of torment
when they have
little regard for me.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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You will not be punished for your anger, you will be punished by your anger.
Punishment
I just love the fact
That I will get punished
For being good at something
Like I did something wrong
I love it when
They tell me that
I can't do something
Because I have no education in it
Why don't they just lock me up
And throw away the key
Like I'm some vicioous criminal
If they want to punish me
poem by Jerry Abrahamson
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3 Kisses
1 The kiss of betrayal
Thirty pieces of silver paid for a kiss!
The price to betray You was no more than this.
For when Judas came with an armed mob that day
he was so determined his Lord to betray.
Gazing into Your face as Your eyes met his
he gave you that treacherous betrayal kiss.
A dastardly deed was done that awful day
handing You to the mob he went on his way.
No forgiveness was sought by this wretched soul.
No blood applied to cleanse and to make him whole.
Throwing the coins into the temple he left
to hang himself because he felt so bereft.
2. The kiss of love
Praise God that a kiss does not have to betray
but acts of love and devotion can display.
This poor woman was so determined and showed
her gratitude and the debt of love she owed.
The room was crowded but she was not deterred
she just wanted to reach out and touch her Lord.
With tears of repentance flowing from her eyes
she kept kissing Jesus' feet to their surprise.
Showing her tenderness and deep loving care
she then kept drying His feet with her long hair.
From the alabaster jar which she opened wide
she took out the sweet perfume contained inside.
The room instantly filled with aroma sweet
as she rubbed the perfume onto Jesus' feet.
Such acts of love though often misunderstood
did not pass unnoticed by Jesus her Lord.
3. The kiss of God
When You created the first man dear Lord
You did not do it by just speaking the word.
Instead You stooped down kneeling upon the ground
and gathered the dust of earth into a mound.
Knitting the atoms of man together there
forming him by Your tender loving care.
Then, wonder of all wonders, Your lips met his
and that man of clay came alive with Your kiss.
The life giving kiss God gave Adam that day
is still available to mankind today.
For justice and mercy kissed at Calvary
when God laid down His life for both you and me.
A punishment in the act of play
A Higher Authority has punished him for stealing the Rainbow
And pawned in a Harem.
After sometimes punished him again
Because he has redeemed and replaced it in a better sky.
He remained as a poet in the entire drama
Until the last scene.
* Darling! How do we grab the Life with three pennies?
A miniature gift for my beloved spouse on our 37th Wedding Anniversary falls today.Thank our Lord, We still breathe and struggle on the quicksand as usual.
We watch ourselves in the mirror and the gray hair tells; 'Still remember your juvenile faces.' And I found a teardropp gathers in her small eye.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Who‘s your Neighbor?
The unborn child, your own offspring,
Twisting and turning in your womb,
Dreaming of its life upon earth,
Praying to God for its safe birth!
The babe abandoned near the dumps,
By parents as unwanted child,
Unable to breathe, eat, or sleep,
Bitten by street-dogs, yet not dead!
The child – a bonded laborer,
Having to work for parents’ debts,
Dreaming of better days ahead,
But, left to slog for its life-time!
The brethren forced into vice-dens,
And taught to maim and kill others,
And use substances of abuse,
Whose nights are days, and darkness, light!
The beggar with a begging bowl,
With unkempt hair, half-dressed in rags,
Pleading for anything to eat
Or coins that could buy him a treat!
The rag-picker who scurries forth
Along the road-side searching for
Bits of paper, thrown-away things
That could fetch him money to eat!
The servant boy or girl who works
From dawn till dusk doing house-chores,
And paid a pittance often late,
Abused and chided, punished too!
The widow who struggles to live
With honor in a ruthless world,
Commented for no fault of hers,
Escaping sexual advances.
The battered youth that’s left half-dead,
Pushed off the train by miscreants,
Groaning with pain from broken limbs,
Punished for saving a girl’s honor!
The poor pavement dwellers who sleep
By the road-side, weary from work,
Awaiting death from drunk drivers
On date and time, unknown to them!
And there are many more unknown
Strangers and foes and terrorists –
Misguided ones in devils’ grip:
Pray God should rescue ev’n such souls!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-8-2009
poem by John Celes
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If programmers deserve to be rewarded for creating innovative programs, by the same token they deserve to be punished if they restrict the use of these programs.
quote by Richard Stallman
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I wish to Christ I could make up a really great lie. Sometimes, after an interview, I say to myself, 'Man, you were so honest - can't you have some fun? Can't you do some really down and dirty lying?' But the puritan in me thinks that if I tell a lie, I'll be punished.
quote by Willem Dafoe
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I wish to Christ I could make up a really great lie. Sometimes, after an interview, I say to myself: "Man, you were so honest - can't you have some fun? Can't you do some really down and dirty lying?" But the puritan in me thinks that if I tell a lie, I'll be punished.
quote by Willem Dafoe
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Pink Slip
There are days I am expecting a bonus
There are days I pray for a pink slip
At times wishing for retirement but even so
I’d like to go somewhere tomorrow
I quit working once before traveled for a year
Was nice didn’t have to report to the chiefs
Then again sometimes it is nice to be punished
I really enjoy work using my cool tricks and wits
Get up early, consume the caffeine and play dress up
Drive really fast to beat the clock or the cute honest cop
Facing the challenge of the day and get into the rush
A check is nice but having a job is a pleasant surprise
As long as I stay healthy, alert, witty and wise
I will stay away from that fabulous pink slip
Not only tomorrow I want to get up early and drive
fri, december 29,2006 | Pink Slip (Rewrite)
poem by Kay Barcelon
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