Vampires
Insoluble bloodline conflict.
Ritual body washed
of absolution and impurity.
Transmitting bites of oral law & sins.
Fasting of truthful ones.
Tempting bodily powers.
Worship of country,
not people,
Imposing, word of wood pointed pale.
Only ascribed to war-ship.
Unseen, misleading, emphasis of
political coffin.
Governments are vampires.
poem by Luca Menin
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Some People Worship
Some people worship the fiery sun
And some the crescent moon
Some people worship the stars above
But God I worship you
Some people worship dragons
And some hand carved statues
Some people worship the devil
But God I worship you
You created the heavens above
The earth with color of every hue
Then in your image you made man
God I worship you
Some people worship their president
And some their nation too
Some people worship themselves
But God I worship You!
© by Patricia Bankhead
poem by Patricia Bankhead
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The Word
Find the word, understand the word,
Depend on the word;
The word is heaven and space, the word the earth,
The word the universe.
The word is in our ears, the word is on our tongues,
The word the idol.
The word is the holy book, the word is harmony,
The word is music.
The word is magic, the word the Guru.
The word is the body, the word is the spirit, the word is being,
The word Not-being.
The word is man, the word is woman,
The Worshipped Great.
The word is the seen and unseen, the word is the existent
And the non-existent.
Know the word, says Kabir,
The word is All-powerful.
Helen in Egypt, Eidolon, Book III: 4
Helen herself seems almost ready for this sacrifice-at least, for the immolation of herself before this greatest love of Achilles, his dedication to 'his own ship' and the figurehead, 'an idol or eidolon . . . a mermaid, Thetis upon the prow.'
Did her eyes slant in the old way?
was she Greek or Egyptian?
had some Phoenician sailor wrought her?
was she oak-wood or cedar?
had she been cut from an awkward block
of ship-wood at the ship-builders,
and afterwards riveted there,
or had the prow itself been shaped
to her mermaid body,
curved to her mermaid hair?
was there a dash of paint
in the beginning, in the garment-fold,
did the blue afterwards wear away?
did they re-touch her arms, her shoulders?
did anyone touch her ever?
Had she other zealot and lover,
or did he alone worship her?
did she wear a girdle of sea-weed
or a painted crown? how often
did her high breasts meet the spray,
how often dive down?
poem by Hilda Doolittle
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To Kiss Your Lips To Say I Love You
you are in bed waiting for me
transparent cloth tempting and
you close your eyes you signal
my body that you are ready for
this old time ritual of sweet sweat
surrender and worship of the
deepest sighs of the marrows.
somewhere inside my heart is
this thirst unsatisfied, this insatiability
of a bulging rock, the towering cliffs
unreachable by your giving in hands.
to kiss your lips, to touch your body
once more, to say i love you, all these
i cannot anymore do, i leave no note.
i find no justification to explain this
art of leaving, the intricate threads
of goodbye, the feared art of the
scissors, cutting and then so clearly
there is no blood, just air moved and
hearts skillfully split into two, painlessly.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Vampires Kiss
A Vampires Kiss, so sweet and wordless,
A Vampires Kiss, should last forever,
A Vampires Kiss, together with your own,
A Vampires Kiss, so lovely and delicate,
A Vampires Kiss, that has last for centuries,
A Vampires Kiss, so cold but warm,
A Vampires Kiss, has lasted forever in my heart.
poem by Sarah Bishop
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The Japanese Fisherman
A young Japanese fisherman was killed
by a cloud at sea.
I heard this song from his friends,
one lurid yellow evening on the Pacific.
Those who eat the fish we caught, die.
Those who touch our hands, die,
This ship is a black coffin,
you'll die if you come up the gangplank.
Those who eat the fish we caught, die,
not straight away, but slowly,
slowly their flesh rots, falls off.
Those who eat the fish we caught, die.
Those who touch our hands, die.
Our loyal, hardworking hands
washed by salt and sun.
Those who touch our hands, die,
not straight away, but slowly,
slowly their flesh rots, falls off.
Those who touch our hands, die.
Almond Eyes, forget me.
This ship is a black coffin,
you'll die if you come up the gangplank.
The cloud has passed over us.
Almond Eyes, forget me.
Don't hug me my darling,
you'll catch death from me.
Almond Eyes, forget me.
This ship is a black coffin.
Almond Eyes, forget me.
The child you have from me
will be rotten from a rotten egg.
This ship is a black coffin.
This sea is a dead sea.
Human beings, where are you?
Where are you?
poem by Nazim Hikmet
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Politics in Bangladesh
Whoever comes to power
Becomes somewhat dictator
They don't care about people's demand
It's a hard fact in my dear motherland
Most of them make black money
And deposit in foreign banks
But they pretend they are good people
And the greatest think tanks
They disgrace the political rivals
Even if they are blameless
No matter what; they want to remain in power
They are so shameless
When a new political party comes to power
They abandon projects of the previous governments
They change the nameplates of public institutions
They give promotions to their obedient civil servants
They dishonor national heroes
To become heroes themselves
They do more harm than good to the country
They are like some wicked elves
They go for pilgrimage with friends and family
All their costs are met by the poor helpless country
They travel far and wide to walk on red carpet
And see new places
The country is not benefitted from it
In most of the cases
They talk tall like they are doing everything they can
While most of them are nothing but shadows of Satan
poem by Asif Andalib
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Our country's political discourse and debate are enriched by discussions of the political implications of our faith traditions, whether they are taking place in our communities, at our dinner tables, or in our places of worship.
quote by David E. Price
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As many political writers have pointed out, commitment to political equality is not an empirical claim that people are clones.
quote by Steven Pinker
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Away From The Camera
Away From the Camera.
In the Bay of Bengal, near Tripura, a tank ship ran
aground, an old ship that had been economical for
its owner, carrying crude for a hungry west and
crewed by low paid seamen. And she was sold to
the people who would tear ships apart, like French
avant-garde butchers with hearts of frozen rocks.
Squall in the bay, the ship broke anchor and, like
a horse that seeks grassland, she sought high seas.
Alas she had oil onboard must be caught before spill
washed on sandy shore. Cowboy tugboats rode out
lassoed the old lady back to the place of destruction.
It is in the Bay of Bengal the infidel drowned Bin Laden,
in moonlight his coffin is a silvery specter in the bay.
It drifted to shores of New Jersey, on the voyage made
a devil´s pact with sandy storm; revenge for those who
dare laugh in the face of Islam. For her crew this meant
little, but pale memories of peace when dolphins played
on cobalt sea, and grown men had hearts of poetry.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Mind Vampires Reject Gift Amends
mind vampires
prey upon
sympathetic hearts
sucking up
heartfelt energies
feeding upon
good will personalities
biting choice veins
raw emotions
laid feed frenzy open
sucking up
time energy abilities
meant to restore
worthy lives
seeking genuine
absolution's
atonement reparations
mind vampires
deceit demons
sow depressions
to deny lost hearts
reconciliation
between lost souls
and divine God's
reconciliation
atonement given
mind vampires
seek soul ruin
destroy victims
impaled upon
their deceit lies
pity guilt trips
mind vampires
seek your ruin
seek your deaths
sacrifice death of Jesus
Christ already pays
your God reconciliation
mind vampires
already serve masters
reject gift amends
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Interconnectedness.
The internet can’t be controlled
by any form of government
Because it’s gained too strong a hold.
Which came about by accident.
Nobody can control the flow
Although some governments still try
Of information to and fro
There is one simple reason why.
The common man has access to
What governments try to conceal
A system that’s completely new
Now people can safely reveal
The secrets of the powers that be.
The things we aren’t supposed to know
they can post anonymously
There’s nothing governments can do.
At last the people have a voice
no government can suppress
The powers that be have little choice
and in the future even less.
The internet is here to stay.
It’s up to us we must adjust.
WE can’t go back to yesterday
A world of mutual mistrust.
One thing we must appreciate.
Though information’s flowing free
It isn’t always accurate
We have to choose selectively.
What we accept what we reject
and draw our own conclusion.
I have good reason to suspect
more not less confusion.
The internet may prove to be
Either a blessing or a curse.
Though I believe quite honestly.
The internet won’t make things worse
Than when governments could decide
What people were allowed to know
To preserve the nations pride
They lied alike to friend and foe.
The internet has set us free
to find a different better way.
Though we will have to wait and see
What kind of price we have to pay.
Tuesday,22 February 2011
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Stupid Angel
This angel story is very new,
It was never told for you to know,
An angel like others, have charm and powers,
Sent from skies to guard, to guide,
But she herself needed guidness,
Her first mission but it's Okay,
She will learn by time, as they say,
And then comes the devil's role,
Tries to mislead the Angel off the course,
With all his powers and all his force,
The Angel's confusion made everything to her 'cool',
The Devil succeeded after-all,
The angelic silk the angel wore was torn,
The angel fell in void of sins,
And a devil from the angel was born,
It's the fault of misleading..
Stupid angel she was, beginner in a world of monsters,
She was there beyond the skies,
And then she was sent to the earth,
When she fell in her own abyss,
The devil's lies misleaded her,
and in the no-where, she dies;
Lies can make you what you want,
That's the oldest trick of all,
Not because he called her my beloved,
Means the love was her enough,
What a stupid word to a lil angel can be said,
How can a devil feel love?
poem by Mustafa Ghuneim
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Sins
Rain falling down,
Soaking my body,
Washing my sins away,
Gone from me,
No matter what I do from now on,
You will always make me seem as though,
I've never experienced these things before,
It's amazing you came into my life,
And now I'm never going back,
Those sins are forever gone,
For when I'm in your arms my body and soul are washed clean,
This redemption you allow me,
Oh how I'm so thankful,
While I may stumble, trip and fall,
You will be there,
Picking me up again,
Loving me, caring for me,
Washing away the sins from me,
I try so hard and some times I fail,
I get back up only to find you are carrying me along the way..♥
By; Brandi Dybala *1/26/11*
poem by Brandi Dybala
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Absolution
I would swim across oceans
Just to talk with you
I would climb a tall mountain
Just to look at you
Id give my soul to the devil
If you asked me to
I would walk out of heaven
Just to be with you
This is absolute
This is absolution
I will be your disciple
And Ill worship you
Burn the prophets of reason
Light the sky for you
Kill the children of eden
If you want me to
Close the dead eyes of god
If they offended you
This is absolute
This is absolution
song performed by by Gary Numan
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There are two problems in my life. The political ones are insoluble and the economic ones are incomprehensible.
quote by Alec Douglas-Home
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We the poet
We the poet hit straight
Our words our actions are straight
Our body our mind our soul being straight.
We the poet welcome all animate inanimate
We worship nature we worship humanity
Our attitude our approach being straight.
We are truthful we are peaceloving
We are straight in ideology
We are not here to favour anybody
We are being always in the side of light.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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We cannot wait for governments to do it all. Globalization operates on Internet time. Governments tend to be slow moving by nature, because they have to build political support for every step.
quote by Kofi Annan
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The Clan (Chapter 33, Verses 35, Holy Koran)
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.
Surely the men who surrender to the will of God
And the women who surrender to the will of God
The faithful men and the faithful women
The obeying men and the obeying women
The truthful men and the truthful women
The patient men and the patient women
The humble men and the humble women
The almsgiving men and the almsgiving women
The fasting men and the fasting women
The men who guard their private parts
And the women who guard
The men who remember Allah very much
And the women who remember Him hard
Allah has made ready for them forgiveness and a great reward.
poem by Asif Andalib
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Money Is But A False God
This very word can bring such joy,
It can also cause us such fear,
Lift you up yet it can also destroy,
Make you smile or even shed a tear.
It's something we claim we can't live without,
Yet it causes us all so much stress,
Worshippers of this God are so devout,
Do you love it, they'll always say yes.
Some will have plenty while others do not,
Those without are the most in need,
The ones who have plenty keep all they've got,
They become over obsessed with greed.
This stuff will not make you happy,
Contrary to what they might say,
If you lose it you will feel quite snappy,
It's guaranteed to lead you astray.
It will never bring you love or peace,
That can only come from within,
Without it all world problems would cease,
It's the cause of all major sin.
It's the one true cause of world wars,
Disputes of every kind,
The poor and weak it really abhors,
It can make an honest man blind.
This cannot give you the gift of life,
It won't adhere you to family and friends,
Though it can and will be the cause of strife,
When your life finally ends.
People worship it all over the Earth,
They really need to ask why,
For when it's time for your ship to berth,
It's no use to you when you die.
It can bring down institutions,
Force our world governments to fail,
It causes more problems than solutions,
Yet to some it's the Holy Grail,
It's the root of all evil we know that is true,
Why we worship it is really quite odd,
Health and happiness it will never accrue.
That's why,
‘' Money Is But A False God ‘'