Poem for the Sorely Tested
Beside the telephone
a full-size, professional
real leather
punchbag
on a hefty, weighted
non-shift stand
and with a substantial
recoil
inscribed in fine gold lettering
'I am sent to try you'
that deals with
the human
and the divine
aspects
together
(For Tara)
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Shift
Check out the chick with the new dress on
(wearin a shift and it looks real fine)
The call it a shift and it comes on strong
(wearin a shift and it looks real fine)
When shes got it on, well she cant do no wrong
(wearin a shift, wearin a shift)
You may think a dress cant do very much
(wearin a shift really turns me on)
With the slit up the side, you cant resist that touch
(wearin a shift really turns me on)
Its tighter than a moo-moo and its just too much
(wearin a shift, wearin a shift)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(cant go wrong now) (go wrong now)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(turns me on now) (turns me on now)
Get your girl a shift and shell look real fine
(wearin a shift and its just too much)
It fits like a glove and drives you outta your mind
(wearin a shift and its just too much)
Shell ball it with her shift on and well have a good time
(wearin a shift, wearin a shift)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)
(turns me on now) (get a shift now)
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Tell Us How You Plan To Walk On Water
Why should anyone today,
Turn away from controversy?
Or pretend they have super human powers.
And that urges within them do not exist!
With a haunting that stays to tease,
Hour upon hour after hour...
Once their needs have been released.
'These folks who creep out of cracks,
Are found to perform all kinds of despicable acts.
In or under or out of clothes disrobed.
Whether they are polished with graces or not...
When the flesh is heated,
Nothing in the mind is going to say, 'Stop! '
To hear a human being declaring an abstinence,
For a purpose made to raise their own consciousness...
Should be accepted and left to go uninspected.
And not begin suspicions mentioned and sent...
To send those self righteous,
Into downward spirals of denial and lament.
'I too have been weighted by the aspects of sin.'
However,
And this depends on the cleverness...
Of those who secretly indulge in lustfulness.
But somehow address allegations of their behavior,
That raises eyebrows...
As a tormenting way of life to lead.
And depending on the amount of damage control allowed.
With an invested integrity...
They will do the best they can,
To defeat the temptations of others that accuse them...
Of having pleasured their human needs.
And appearing less than the demands placed upon them,
Are from other expected.
'I too have been weighted by the aspects of sin.'
~Oh,
We don't care anything about that.
As long as you give us image!
And you do the best to keep that on track.
We will watch your back!
Now...
You go back out there and tell us,
How you plan to walk on water! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We are not yet at the point where our size, our being the drama industry, is sufficient to support full time professional crews, and that is very very important.
quote by Ann Macbeth
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Murder In High-heels
Hey, with a sleight of hand and then a word of mouth
Shes a cat been caged too long and now shes breakin out
Well, get it straight, you better cross your heart
cause sparks are gonna fly, let me tell you what its all about
Better run for cover, babe, shes gonna make her move
You know she could, shes a get rich bitch
You better get her while the gettins good
Shes a vision in leather, like salt on a wound
Just a turn of a knob and shes real fine tuned
But shes murder in high-heels
She aint the girl next door worth waitin for
Well youre playin with the fire, a pool of sweats lyin on the floor
Shell bring you to your knees, and when youre laid to rest
Shes gonna give you something, shes gonna get it off her chest
(yeah yeah yeah)
Shes a vision in leather, like salt on a wound
Just a turn of a knob and shes real fine tuned - here she comes
Hes a vision in leather, like salt on a wound
Just a turn of a knob and shes real fine tuned
But shes murder in high heels
song performed by by Kiss
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Old Tara
My cat Tara
Was sharp swift and full of fun;
A gift from high
In the garden a smoking gun
Ever alert to predators.
Velvet paws in the house
The loveliest cat ever
To grace the family home.
Tara didn't like sudden bangs,
Guy Fawkes shenanigans
She would ban.
She would come to my side
Tail up: purr purr
Trying to tell me her cat news,
A true and faithful friend.
The years rolled on
Her eyes grew dim.
No more quick movements to her stride.
In my heart I knew one day
The vet would say,
There's nothing more I can do for Tara!
She staggered to me one evening
Bade me a cat's goodbye,
Crept to a geranium pot
In a quiet spot on the floor,
Trying to hide her agony
And keep her dignity.
There she died like the warrior she was.
Tara is now at peace
Her memory will never grow old.
poem by Katie Kent
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Sleeping Buddha
Happening?
you heave a sigh.
In peril, mother of peace?
Real threat
to ice lingam? the Creator?
Falling apart?
Cat’s claw was not healing.
Where the greens will go?
The pods, the seeds?
Tara, Tara!
come again,
we are waiting on the hills.
Glaciers were shrinking-
rivers are sad
and trees are weeping.
poem by Satish Verma
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In open lines
It was all there in total sincerity
Not at all intrusive but of fine quality
Not imaginative but of real intrinsic value
Could have been realized by only few
They are spoken with in open lines
Any one can peen in feel so fine
Every word is weighted and reflected desire
It is full of praise and only aimed at to admire
The thoughts are pure indicative of mirror mind
The pure and exact image is there to find
If any one can analyze the inner depth
Pulses may be missed at once to breath
Any one can read between lines as they are on print
There is pure carving with written words when coin was sent to mint
It is exactly the same as thought over and meant to be
It may be deceiving part if not accepted as frank and free
How does it come out from soul when engulfed with sacred feelings?
It has to be depicted in natural environment with all samplings
Waterfalls, rivers, ponds are all there to reflect the acceptance
Why do we raise eye brows when not realizing importance?
Life is meant to be as continuous as river flow
Tearing apart what ever comes on the way and offer the blow
But when it comes to realization of calmness
It is acceptance of thoughts and stand fastness
I can’t have any other meaning or difference of opinion
I have thrown complete weight to remain as companion
Not that I am man and consider it as mark of strength
It is frequency that travels at the same wave length
I know for sure it is not easy to expect everything from woman
No one can deny certain important aspects as human
When one is prepared to accept it with all its consequences?
It may matter less even if one thinks or makes wrong references
I see no storms in women’s eyes but calmness
They are exact replica of river flowing with fineness
There is everything to praise about and consider
Even that may be done by unknown or outsider
I am not possessive of any set thoughts
Hard struggle is carried on but not fought
It may be futile to push on the negative impact
What matters most is variance with the act
I do not allow sleepless nights
Anybody can preserve it as right
There is no room for any kind of invasion
To accept or deny may be pure evasion
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sincerity, Honesty and Truthfulness
Sincerity, Honesty and Truthfulness
are three aspects of life,
are the backbone of life
dispensing with these three aspects
life is futile, of no use
dispensing with these three aspects
prospects of life can not be imagined
supreme abode is far away
but, Sincerity, Honesty and Truthfulness
are the initial step of any life
all the creatures of nature
possess this quality with birth right
except the human being
who has to make his own right
to acquire Sincerity, Honesty and Truthfulness
needs full devotion in life.
poem by Ramesh Rai
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Soul is refugee
How to get free?
How to leave cage and flee?
Until there is change at heart
Who can believe in his divine art?
It is bad human quality
To keep even birds in captivity
God has born us free
With our own eyes to see
To imprison some one is biggest curse
Soul in cage may definitely feel it with remorse
What a foolish man is doing on earth?
When he has to leave this world after death
Even soul in body is refugee
He is at somebody's mercy
You are just a visitor in alien land
Where it is difficult to find friend
Think of it seriously and observe
Some of the aspects if they deserve
Human birth is rarest occasion
We hold it dearly as clear obsession
Think again about your feeling
If some one picks your baby and attempts at killing
None of the acts may please you in any case
Human race is full of problems and always chased
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Panties Wanted
Check the tracklist
You're gonna get it
I'm energetic and unprotected
And if you diss me
You will regret it
When I'm bouncing, I'm like a rabbit
See a punchbag, I wanna grab it
Yes my D.J., you got the real s**t
OK ,OK,OK,
this song is dedicated to all rocker chicks
in the house
we want you now
to take off
your bras and your panties
throw them all onto the stage
and do it now!
song performed by by Scooter
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Hence, wherever we meet with vital phenomena that present the two aspects, physical and psychical there naturally arises a question as to the relations in which these aspects stand to each other.
quote by Wilhelm Wundt
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Ripplin Waters
I got rippling waters to wake me
To the morning, my woman and love
Our tall pine trees are pointing us easily to heaven above
Blue spruce flaming on the grate in the evening
Takes the chill away fine
Cut the telephone line and the storys the same
Theres an old red chair by our window
That we found at a sale down the lane
Some old women said they needed more room for the winter
People like to pull out the stuffing when they sit down
So it passes the time
Cut the telephone line and the storys the same
Blow like a bubble on a windy day
Start to flutter when I hear you say
That you feel to good to go away
And you make me feel fine
Youve made my world a warmer place
By the sparkle of your diamond face
On a frayed spot, put a little lace
And you make me feel fine
Warm as the mountain sunshine
On the edge of the snowline
In a meadow of columbine
Oh, little jennifer, Id give a penny for
What youve got on your mind
It seems like most of the time youre lying here dreaming.
Maybe in your vision youve seen how our mission is slightly less than divine
Cut the telephone line and the storys the same
Yep, now rippling waters flow through pipes
In the walls and theyre keeping me warm
And the closest Ive been tomy family for days is our music
You can silently stare in themorning sky
Its like hearing her calling my name
Cut the telephone line and the story might change
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Alankar (Decor) -11
Symbol-Temple
He makes His abode
Huge much His size
The size of cosmos
Sized full His size
That room is small
But His holy house
He makes His abode
But full His size
Dim, dumb, mute occult
Lit hearts light Him
Leaning on a measure
He sleeps wide awake
Lonely boons line lot
Like Kupera for myself
My soul's hunting quest
VaiththaMaaNidhi peeks
(On a visit to Thirukoloor
one of the 108 Vishnu-shrines)
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Human Alchemy
An alchemy, human alchemy
We stole them from their freedom to be sold
To turn their skins of black into the skins
Of brightest gold
An alchemy , human alchemy
We stoked the fires of trade with human coals
And made our purses from the flailed skins of
Purest souls
An alchemy , human alchemy
Other lands became a larder full of all the good things
All we had to do was go and take
Blood the colour rain that grew our wicked harvest
Black the colour icing on our cake
An alchemy , human alchemy
We stole their babes and mothers, chiefs and braves
Although we held the whip, you knew we were
The real slaves
To alchemy , human alchemy
Alchemy , human alchemy
song performed by by Xtc
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Human Alchemy
An alchemy, human alchemy
We stole them from their freedom to be sold
To turn their skins of black into the skins
Of brightest gold
An alchemy , human alchemy
We stoked the fires of trade with human coals
And made our purses from the flailed skins of
Purest souls
An alchemy , human alchemy
Other lands became a larder full of all the good things
All we had to do was go and take
Blood the colour rain that grew our wicked harvest
Black the colour icing on our cake
An alchemy , human alchemy
We stole their babes and mothers, chiefs and braves
Although we held the whip, you knew we were
The real slaves
To alchemy , human alchemy
Alchemy , human alchemy
song performed by by Xtc
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Full Of Life Questions
life is full of unexpected,
life is full of challenges,
life is full of bitterness,
life is full of strife,
life is full of contentious disputes,
life is full of revenge,
life is full of hatred,
life is full of mystery,
sometimes.....
life is full of sweetness,
life is full of joy,
life is full of happiness,
life is full of hope,
life is full of dreams,
you can have all this life when the soul is in body, and you will be able to feel everything because this is real life to creatures who call the''human''
Have you thought to life after death? ? ? ?
Manifested
Thrilled,
Incorporated,
Inscribed in gold with the love of my muse;
For i have now made your name manifested!
And like a farewell poem to my lover.
Danish nobility,
Famous with my mind to touch your heart;
And like a new translation based on the original Hebrew texts! !
She brews and he brews like Hebrew,
But incorporated is my love towards your heart;
And inscribed in gold is the love of my muse,
For, you are thrilled with my works.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Plant upon the Window-sill!
A little plant grows on the window-sill!
Perhaps a fern or shrub of smaller size!
Why it should grow in such a queer site/place?
I wonder how it gets its nutrition!
May be, a bird had placed the seed just there!
How come, it grows despite no soil at all?
I see it flutter in the breeze at times;
I'm sure, it cannot grow to its full size!
My curiosity is evoked much;
What does it try to tell us human folks?
May be, it is a sign of hope for us!
Should we not trust the Maker for our birth?
By habit, we complain when things go wrong;
Our faith in God dithers and wavers much;
We ought to keep steadfast in times of strife!
Our faith gets tested during stress and strain.
The little plant has taught me some wisdom;
It grows because of God's glory on earth!
It does not care for want of nourishment;
It grows for sake of God as long He wants!
Dissatisfaction fills most human hearts;
Discontented, we stay mostly in life;
Should we not thank the Lord for our fine birth?
We ought to live to glorify our God!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 18-08-12
poem by John Celes
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A Star!
A star shone out so very bright,
Not just a little, simple one,
But one so special in our sight,
A new life had begun.
A star shone out so very clear,
Hung way up in a cloudless sky,
Over a stable, where a dear
Babe, heard a lullaby.
A star shone out so very bold,
Showing where this child was laid,
With a halo of the purist gold
Around his head, displayed.
A star shone out so very fine,
Leading us all to worship him,
One small human, pure and divine,
Our cup's full to the brim.
A star shone out so very great,
Beaming down on that Christmas birth,
And bands of angels did cantillate,
Praising God across our earth.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Acting is easier than skating in a way and harder in other aspects. In skating, you get one chance, and with acting you get to do it over and over.
quote by Tara Lipinski
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