Who Are My Foes?
I keep my battle cries.
But who are my foes?
With fears I can't release.
But who are my foes?
I feel much threatened too.
But who are my foes?
And when I close my windows,
I bolt and lock all doors.
I frisk my shadows cast.
But who are my foes?
I analyze all night.
But who are my foes?
Even my pet cat believes,
A spy on it has planted fleas.
I get that look from it,
And...
Brush until it's feeling freed.
I shower keeping glasses on.
To catch all my foes.
And drip to dry when done.
I don't use towels.
And when I make a mess and ready,
To take out the trash...
I take my cat with me,
And we both wear masks.
I frisk my shadows cast.
But who are my foes?
I analyze all night.
But who are my foes?
Even my pet cat believes,
A spy on it has planted fleas.
I get that look from it,
And...
Brush until it's freed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Friends And Foes
Better are foes than friends, sometimes, oh friend
Flip through thy pages friends, pretentiously
And say, “It's great, so nice, wondrous and good! ”
But foes! Rummage with spite them ruthlessly
In search of faults, they tear you piece by piece
God knows what foes unearth and well discern
In their inadvertence may discover
Precious jewels you hid in oblivion
And win you accolades of connoisseurs
So, friends or foes, never mind thee, oh friend
To friends say warm hello and thanks a lot
And there they come, your foes, with smiles crooked
Come on, up on thy feet and make salute
poem by Sathya Narayana
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Alankar (Decor) -34
Foes Yet Friends(Roundel)
Foes Yet Friends, Tom and Jerry
Chase and face in their racing rounds
Tom is to chase running jerry
Foes Yet Friends
To win to eat aims Tom in rounds
To flee from Tom in rounds Jerry
Yet a foe to both sometimes hounds
Friends they fight in rounds in scurry
Just to win in proud rounds and rounds
But to part again in fury
Foes Yet Friends
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Certainly Lost! ! Not.
I am beseeching in the land of thoughts without any kingdom of my own,
Without any want, without any gain, in an island surrounded by the foes;
Without the artilleries, the armour or the sword,
For winning the battle;
Sure, I'll lost in the battle with my foes,
Not for their sympathy or for their liberty,
Or in the hope to win,
But I'll remain speechless and emotionless till the end!
poem by Helen Rema
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Who are foes?
I make friends from contacts
And pick foes from those friends.
My foes are on increase
In proportion to friends.
09.07.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love is so Strange
When dogs and cats can get along so well,
And sleep together, taking peaceful rest,
And play with each other like friends, when young,
Unmindful of their natural enmity…
When genes stay suppressed by the environment –
Congenial and training appropriate,
Even foes can stay as friends, if times permit,
And hate’s forgotten, a phenomenon!
The cat hates damp and loves to remain warm;
The dog requires coolness of the ground;
If properly taken care of, they both
Adjust and stay as friends and not as foes!
Love is something stranger than we all think;
Love manifests amongst ev’n natural foes!
‘The cat and dog’- is a mighty example;
Let human beings learn to live in peace.
Forget your problems at least while you rest;
A bit of adjustment is magic big;
Love strangely blossoms ev’n amongst foes!
Foes are not foes forever for lifetimes.
Sometimes, wild animals too adjust well;
The training matters and the environs;
When basic wants are taken care of, then,
One’s baser instincts vanish for sometime!
Men ought to live in peace and harmony;
We cannot lead a life of suspicions;
Let races, nations live in amity;
The earth belongs to every one of us!
Why fight and stay awake when slumber calls?
Why keep our bickering alive always?
There’s love amongst beasts that are natural foes!
Why can’t you live, let others live as well?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-22-2008
poem by John Celes
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Love Has No Foes
Love has no foes; where'er he goes
Conditions full of mildness meet,
And amber honey-cells are filled,
And little birds begin to build,
And blossoms gather at his feet,—
Love is so sweet!
Love has no foes; the folded rose
That answering his smile's caress
Blows into beauty, with its heart
All bruised to fragrance by his art,
To every breeze doth still confess
His loveliness!
Love has no foes; who only knows
What Love hath been when Love is fled,
E'en he, bereft, would follow him,
Though to the voiceless caverns dim
Of the wan city of the Dead,
And share his bed!
poem by Florence Earle Coates from Poems (1898)
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Bible Stories: Esther (Part III)
Mordecai prayed to God:
“O King of the universe,
O Lord of everything,
No one dare oppose you;
You knew my heart when
I didn’t bow to Haman;
I can’t honor a man
More than my GOD.”
“Our foes are bent on killing us;
Spare us, O LORD, your people;
Turn our sorrow into joy;
Neglect us not, our foes are strong;
You reclaimed us from Egypt;
O hear our cries for help;
Our enemies could ruin us;
We’re on the verge of death! ”
poem by John Celes
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For The Friends And Foes
FOR THE FRIENDS AND FOES
FLAMES OF JOY BURNING EVERYWHERE
IN THE MIDDLE OF COLD WINTER
FLOWING IS WARM SPIRIT TO SHARE
MELTING THE TENDER FEELINGS TO CARE
FOR THE FRIENDS FOES AND NEIGHBORS
LIVING AS ONE TOGETHER AND FOREVER
BONDING WITH SWEET SOUNDS OF LAUGHTER
OPENING THE HEARTS TO DIVINE TO SURRENDER
BREEZE OF HAPPINESS BLOWING WITH SNOW
SPRINKLING GOODWILL MAKING IT GROW
ALL OVER MAKING THE WORLD GLOW
IN DIVINE SHADOWS IN PEACEFUL MEADOWS
FOR THE FRIENDS AND FOES AND NEIGHBORS
LIVING AS ONE TOGETHER AND FOREVER
BONDING WITH SWEET SOUNDS OF LAUGHTER
OPENING THE HEARTS TO DIVINE TO SURRENDER
RIVER OF UNDERSTANDING MAKING ITS WAY
IN THE SOULS NIGHT AND DAY
EVEN UNDER THE SKIES OF GRAY
EVERYONE TAKING PRECIOUS TIME TO PRAY
poem by Mittur Ramprasad
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Leaving A Place Is Sweet
A shift of place causes
Loss of friends, and also foes.
Loss of foes is sweeter
Than loss of friends is bitter.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Foe Turned Friends
Their enmity over spent,
The foe turned friends
Will become sweet friends.
Their amity over spent,
The friend turned foes
Will become bitter foes.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A fool repays a salve by a stab, and a stab by a salve. [He mistakes friends for foes and foes for friends.]
Rubaiyat 25
O friend, from your foes your heart release,
In pleasant company drink the good wine with ease.
Confer with those who know, open your heart
And from the ignorant fleas flee like the breeze.
poem by Shams al-Din Hafiz
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Lonely & Alone
Lonely when someone feels
Alone is he the only one
He thinks
Never is it the true
For the one is
Always preoccupied
With thoughts and whelms
With friends and foes
With good and bad
Which is always inside the one?
So he should never think of himself
As the one lonely and alone
Who is left deserted in the world
The redeeming feature is that
The lonely and alone is always
The one surrounded with people
And friends and foes
Where he is always left deserted when
He needs them most.
poem by Surabhi Gupta
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Today... 'The Glorious Sword
There is a Sword that is so sharp and so keen
the most Glorious Sword that has ever been.
Mighty in battle He has slain all His foes
and will have victory wherever He goes.
The Word of Truth and the Sword of the Spirit
overcame death and shall all things inherit.
He breaks our shackles and scatters all His foes
with His glory heaven and earth overflows.
Christ the Son of God is that Glorious Sword
Saviour of the world and Everlasting Lord.
Devils fear and angels sing as He draws near
And all creation waits for Him to appear.
(see also the additional information in the Poet's notes box below)
No More Trouble
Artist: erykah badu and bob marley
*news coverage at the beginning*
[all]
We dont need no more trouble
We dont need no more trouble
[erykah]
What we need is love (love)
To guide and protect us all (all)
If you hope good down from above (love)
Help the weak if you are strong now (strong)
[bob]
We dont need no trouble
What we need is love
[all]
We dont need no more trouble
We dont need no more trouble
[erykah]
Weeping for the living
Weeping for the dead
Weep for one another
Weep for happiness
Weeping for the struggle
Weeping for the pain
Weeping for the children
We must take the blame
[bob]
Seek happiness
(its sad enough without your foes)
Come on, you all and speak of love
(its sad enough without your foes)
We dont need no trouble
What we need is love now
(what we need is love, sweet love)
[all]
We dont need no more trouble
We dont need no more trouble
[erykah]
Now end the war which you just begun
Its sad enough without your foes
I thought I told you not to mess with me
Dont want no trouble but trouble found me
But marley saying speak of love not war
But we be trying but then eh we dont
[bob]
Oh we dont need no trouble
We dont need no trouble
[all]
We dont need no more trouble
We dont need no more trouble
(make love and not war cause we dont need no trouble)
We dont need no more trouble
*ends with interview*
song performed by by Erykah Badu
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Hymn Of The Puritans
Arm me, Lord, my strength redouble,
Heaven open, heed my trouble!
God, if my cause Thine shall be,
Grant a day of victory!
Fell all Thy foes now!
Fell all Thy foes now!
Roll forth Thy thunders, Thy lightning affright them,
Into the pit, the bottomless, smite them,
Their seed uproot,
Tread under foot!
Send then Thy snowy white dove peace-bringing,
Unto Thy faithful Thy token winging,
Olive-branch fair of Thy summer's fruition
After the deluge of sin's punition!
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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Psalm 27 part 1
v.1-6
C. M.
The church is our delight and safety.
The Lord of glory is my light,
And my salvation too;
God is my strength, nor will I fear
What all my foes can do.
One privilege my heart desires;
O grant me an abode
Among the churches of thy saints,
The temples of my God!
There shall I offer my requests,
And see thy beauty still;
Shall hear thy messages of love,
And there inquire thy will.
When troubles rise, and storms appear,
There may his children hide;
God has a strong pavilion where
He makes my soul abide.
Now shall my head be lifted high
Above my foes around,
And songs of joy and victory
Within thy temple sound.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Bible Stories: Esther (Part IV)
Queen Esther prayed to God for help,
With unkempt hair and ash on head,
In simple dress, pleading with God,
To save her life and her people’s.
“Our foes want to destroy Israel;
They want to kill all who praise you;
They want their false gods to flourish,
And fire of thine altars to die;
Don’t let our foes laugh at our misfortune;
You know I still do hate the crown;
Give me the wisdom and courage
To change the king’s mind in our favor;
O living God of Abraham,
You are the most powerful one;
Do comfort us in our despair;
You are our only hope and strength;
I’ve ne’er been happy being a queen! ”
poem by John Celes
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Dawgs of War
Comes the British bulldog first—solid as a log—
He’s so ugly in repose that he’s a handsome dog;
Full of mild benevolence as his years increase;
Silent as a china dog on the mantelpiece.
Rub his sides and point his nose,
Click your tongue and in he goes,
To the thick of Britain’s foes—
Enemies behind him close—
(
Silence for a while
).
Comes a very different dog—tell him at a glance.
Clipped and trimmed and frilled all round. Dandy dog of France.
(Always was a dandy dog, no matter what his age)
Now his every hair and frill is stiff as wire with rage.
Rub his sides and point his nose,
Click your tongue and in he goes,
While behind him France’s foes
Reel and surge and pack and close.
(
Silence for a while
.)
Next comes Belgium’s market dog—hard to realise.
Go-cart dog and barrow dog—he’s a great surprise.
Dog that never hurt a cat, did no person harm;
Friendly, kindly, round and fat as a “Johnny Darm.”
Rub his sides and point his nose,
Click your tongue and in he goes,
At the flank of Belgium’s foes
Who could not behind him close—
(
Silence for a while
).
Next comes Servia’s mongrel pup—mongrel dawgs can fight;
Up or down, or down or up, whether wrong or right.
He was mad the other day—he is mad today,
Hustling round and raising dust in his backyard way.
Rub his sides and point his nose,
Click your tongue and in he goes,
’Twixt the legs of Servia’s foes,
Biting tails and rearmost toes—
(
Silence for a while
.)
There are various terrier dawgs mixed up in the scrap,
Much too small for us to see, and too mad to yap.
Each one, on his frantic own—heard the row commence—
Tore with tooth and claw a hole in the backyard fence.
No one called, but in they go,
Dogs with many a nameless woe,
Tripping up their common foe—
(
Silence for a while
).
From the snows of Canada, dragging box and bale,
Comes the sledge-dog toiling on, sore-foot from the trail.
He’ll be useful in the trench, when the nose is blue—
Winter dog that knows the French and the English too.
Rub his sides and point his nose,
Click your tongue and in he goes,
At his father’s country’s foes,
And his mother’s country’s foes.
(
Silence for a while
.)
See, in sunny Southern France a dog that runs by sight,
Lean and yellow, sharp of nose, long of leg and light,
Silent and bloodthirsty, too; Distance in his eyes,
Leaping high to gain his view, the Kangaroo Dog flies!
Rub his sides and point his nose,
Click your tongue and up he goes,
Lands amongst his country’s foes—
And his country’s country’s foes;
While they sway and while they close—
(
Silence for a while
).
See across the early snow, far across the plain,
Where the clouds are grey and low and winter comes again;
By the sand-dune and the marsh—and forest black and dumb—
As dusky white as their winter’s night, the Russian wolf-hounds come!
(
Silence for a while
.)
poem by Henry Lawson
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