Usa
Sans Creation
Regeneration
Altercation
Explication
Duplication
Mystiflication
Explanation
Stuplication
Deviation
Rectification
Devination
Jubililation
Termination
Dumbfound Nation
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Or the Department of Education and another ministry were worried about duplication of effort, so what did they do? They set up two committees to look into duplication and neither knew what the other was up to. It really is a world beyond parody.
quote by Rory Bremner
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see beauty in strength
giant of creation stands still
sans hunters sans fear
haiku by Dorothy Holmes (04 August 2008)
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Death without notice
Termination with a year notice
Would help me do on priorities.
Termination without any notice
Would deprive me of my pending works.
Both are alike as I can’t feel post death.
27.12.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Satan and God
Sans sound, silence is not there.
Sans darkness, light is not there
Sans man, woman has no value.
Sans Satan, the God has no role.
24.12.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The regeneration of society is the regeneration of society by individual education.
quote by Jean de la Bruyere
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And never - not in a single case - was the explanation, 'I was pressured to do this.' The explanation was very often, 'The limited data we had led one to reasonably conclude this. I now see that there's another explanation for it.'
It's Called Liquidation
I went to my work the other day,
The manager said, we have gone away,
Our accounting has gone slightly astray,
You can have some unpaid recreation.
We didn't pay any of our taxes due,
Nor fulfil our obligations to you,
That also applies to our creditors too,
They're not exactly filled with elation.
Some of those we owe have now went bust,
We don't care, they can cry if they must,
You may well say it's so unjust,
That we are now a new creation,
All of the managers are still employed,
Our mountain of debts we've managed to avoid,
To our employees plight we are truly devoid,
We're in a process of restoration.
Though we have torn some lives apart,
To those we owed we have ripped out their heart,
This will allow us a brand new start,
It's now time to set out our station.
We screw the system by not paying our bills,
Total dishonesty is what it instills,
By starting newco we fill up our tills,
No more worries about rampant inflation.
Our infrastructure will remain the same,
There'll be a slight difference in the company name,
For past indiscrepancies we're no longer to blame,
It's a form of degradation.
You may well feel you're about to erupt,
We're using a system that is morally corrupt,
But our answer to you will be very abrupt,
There will be no sequestration.
You may well think it's the system we abuse,
Us still being here to some must confuse,
What we are doing is in effect a ruse,
It's a cleansing of contamination.
It's a miracle akin to the resurrection,
Despite the protests there can be no objection,
The con men look upon it with great affection,
It's the scourge of the business nation.
This capitalist ideal means reneging on debt,
For all those owed you have no regret,
The dishonest in society it does aid and abet,
No more need for an altercation.
It's perfectly legal and all above board,
Although in some quarters it is deplored,
It allows you to reinvest your secret hoard,
For an accountant it's called irrigation.
Anyone can do it it's guaranteed not to fail,
You rob people blind and don't go to jail,
To the con artists it is the Holy Grail,
Come and join our corrupt federation.
What is it that allows us regeneration?
After bankruptcy we're allowed a continuation,
To previous debts we have no obligation,
What's The Term,
‘' It's Called Liquidation ‘'
Rencontre
Passant mêle à ta vie l'orgueil et la bonté
Surmonte l'ennemi et bois à sa santé
Honore ton outil sans le laisser inerte
Brise-le par amour au moment de ta perte
Et méprise ceci Jouir sans en pleurer
La vigne sans ivresse et le champ sans ivraie
poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
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Ride
As I stumble into bed, I curse the devil in my head
And if I die before I wake, I hope the lord wont hesitate
To pluck my coffin from the ground
He need not heed the neighbors now
And throw me up for all to see,
The flies of august swarming me
I get a ride
Right by your side
Under your skin
Im digging in
Well I dont know, but Ive been told
The road to heaven is paved with gold
And if I die before I wake
I need a ride
I need a ride
I need a ride from you
I need a ride
I need a ride
I need a ride from you
Well sticks and stones can break my bones
And boys can make me kick and moan
But when I want it autodrive
I get a ride
I get a ride
I get a ride from you
I get a ride
I get a ride
I get a ride from you
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
And if I die before I wake
I hope the lord wont hesitate
To pluck my coffin from the ground
He need not heed the neighbors now
And throw me up for all to see
The flies of august swarming me
I get a ride
98.5
Positive t-cell
Regeneration
Regeneration
Regeneration
Positive t-cell
Regeneration
song performed by by Liz Phair
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Innocence Inspires Paradise Harmonies
Innocence is the question?
Innocence is X factor benediction?
Innocence is gift inspiration.
creation regeneration restoration.
Innocence is healing blessing specific
of purity beauty love touch unsold.
Innocence vibrant an angelic music
infuses paradise harmonics to enfold.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Divorce: a resumption of diplomatic relations and rectification of boundaries.
quote by Ambrose Bierce
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Eyes Without A Face
I'm all out of hope. One more bad break could bring a fall.
When I'm far from home don't call me on the phone to tell me you're alone
It's easy to deceive. It's easy to tease. But hard to get release.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.
I spend so much time believing all the lies to keep the dream alive.
Now it makes me sad. It makes me mad at truth for lovin' what was you.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Your eyes without a face.
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Your eyes without a face.
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.
Such a human waste your eyes without a face.
And now it's getting worse. Yeah.
song performed by by Scooter from Encore (Live & Direct)
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Imagination's Field
Within its bounds, naked canvas stretched.
Before the display, the lad stood.
Adorning the wall, ornate frame hangs.
In concentration, young man observes the void.
Forced by curiosity's command.
for the source of his deliberation.
I searched sans satisfaction,
In despair, I queried the youth.
“Sir, within empty frame you survey,
what do you perceive? ”
Without addressing me, responded.
“I see tall mountains, endless restless seas.”
“I see naught, for this frame's canvas is empty.
How might you see these sights? ”
He turned, facing me and remarked.
“Sir, within the frame, a great deal I see”
Sans the luxury of explanation, pointed at the title plate.
Upon small brass plaque,
beneath the frame, inscribed.
“Imagination’s Field”
29Oct10
poem by Kurt Hearth
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Fanfiction
It’s the unreal from unreality
But I can’t help it, I need it
To be real, to live somewhere
It’s the deviation plane of imagination
But I can’t stop it, I crave it
To travel, to wonder freely
It’s the popping idea by the love of creation
But I can’t deny, I’m fascinate about it
To get some place, and find its way
It’s the hidden wish of the prolong dream
But I can’t erase it, it’s always on my mind
To be allowed, not cover by shame
It’s another possibility from alternate universe
But I can’t throw it, I want it somehow
To stay bright, and keep on fire
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Roots Of Creation
One two three four!
Pull up here honey, if ya got a pussy and
Shake your ass like your ready to sing
Well, something muy high
Something muy low
When me ready limo then they follow me home like a
Roots of creation
I am living in a boring nation
I pull up my hands and I look at my feet
The reggae music make me sound so sweet
Cause we play it morning evening and all of the day
It's the sweet kinda music makes me feel O.K.
The roots of creation
Said I am living in a plastic nation
I pull up my hat
My coat is so wide
Sometimes, sometimes I feel so high
But all the time I feel airie
I feel airie when I'm down with the scene called
Roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
One more time!
Well, pull up here honey like you got limbo
Well pull up your fingers like you're ready to go
Give me
Give me something high
Give me something slow
Give me something I can use
Give me something I can know
Your the body and the mind one
Part of soul or two
I feel a different person to be a different place
I'm living in a different place
Sometime I feel although its fin
Pull up your style make it sound so fine
With ah
Pull up hands with me
Roots of creation
I am living in a boring nation
A pull up sound with Mike Happoldt at my left
I got Eric at my right
We rock the reggae music every day and night
We rock the reggae music say it's right on time
Cause you're down with the music that they call Sublime
I'm living in a different nation
Reggae style again!
Gonna win me back gonna feel so fine
Bring me down to the place so right
We rock the music so late at night
With a guitar pick in my hand
What amounts to make me a man
Me help a little girl like this
Called the roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
I pull up my hand, left pocket
Do the music, make me say me feel it
Read me on rights and me know me are wrong
Me am a white boy but I sing a reggae song
Called roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
My hands are high
My ink is dry
My love for you, it will never die
Say me love you till me will testify
Me love the music make me feel so high
Song called roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
Oh in a plastic nation
Such a boring station... a boring
One more time!
Pull up here honey if you got limbo
Pull it up make it up bounce I don't want it to be slow
I wanna make it sound right
I wanna make it sound strong
Give me kind of music make you rock all night
Like a roots of creation
I am living in a boring nation
So cheer up my life
Cheer up my life
Take out the trouble
Take out take out the strife
Give me some music make it sound so nice
Give me kinda music make we wanna singa song twice
Like roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
I pull up my hand
My seat is wobbly
Pull up your hands and it sounds like this
Cause I like my beer dry
Drink the gin and the gin
Love the kinda drink ya know make me sick
Me don't feel no nice but likewise
Make me drink gin like wine twice
I only make me feel so sadder, aya!
song performed by by Sublime
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Comment As A Poem
The self-righteous Calvinists
who speak peace to Arminians
would say that we hold to 'doctrinal regeneration.'
'Doctrinal regeneration, ' they say,
is the view that knowledge of a certain doctrine
or set of doctrines is a prerequisite to salvation.
A new self! That is the effect of regeneration -
… created to be like God in true righteousness.
The salvation is a deliverance from the wrath of God,
deliverance from sin and guilt,
deliverance from Satan
and deliverance from death and hell.
But it is not only a deliverance from something -
it is also a deliverance unto something -
unto God, unto fellowship with God,
unto service to God,
and unto enjoyment of eternal life.
The Atum as the heart and tongue of Ptah
who is defined as: The Unknown God,
The Self-begotten God (Umvelinqani/mutangakugara) ,
The God of Gods,
The First Cause,
The Principle of Principles is also
the mind or spirit of Ptah.
Thus Atum is the first manifestation
of the Unknown God.
The God does not regenerate in self.
Therefore, only the universe regenerates in self.
So, God can be alone, separating good from bad
for recreating the Universe.
The Big Bang Theory describes very well...
@ Written by MARIETA MAGLAS in commenting my recent posting 'Street peoples journal'.
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Art In Mind Space Given
we share a passion
art is the meeting of minds
art transcends lives
art is breath of our being
art is still depths of our souls
art is fibre of our hearts
art is the music of our minds
art is faith foundation of fortitude
art is regeneration of life pulses
art is quickening of humanity
art is rainbow spun all life webs
art is smile of cosmic creation
Dedicated to Miss Melody China.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Real freedom
Franchise freedom sans political freedom,
Political freedom sans societal freedom,
Societal freedom sans economic freedom.
Economic freedom sans marital freedom,
Marital freedom sans sexual freedom
Is no freedom you grant women.
24.01.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pigalle II - 0050 - Current French Version
Oui, je suis
chaque nuit
sous la pluie
sans ami,
sans abri
sans sous - si!
Qui sourit
contredit
cœur, esprit,
de la vie,
se détruit
se salit.
Viens chéri!
Viens ici!
Allons-y?
Qui jouit?
Vers minuit
ça suffit!
Si on suit
vers délit
c'est au lit
vers aussi,
vite on vit
des soucis.
Pauvre fille,
vivre ainsi
à Paris
si pourri:
mais, tant pis,
sans repenti
c'est reparti!
(25 October 2006)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Centennial
Come all ye friends of Liberty,
Who love our good old nation,
Let hands and hearts united be,
And beat the wide creation.
For this is our Centennial year,
The birthday of our nation;
For it is just one hundred years
That's stood our good old nation.
CHORUS:
Centennial! Centennial!
Hurrah to the Centennial;
And many, many people gone
To our national Centennial.
To Philadelphia people went,
And more was sure to go, sir;
They say there was things to be seen
Of a hundred years ago, sir.
Come all ye sons of liberty,
That love our good old nation,
Unite and keep our country free,
And the stars and stripes a waving.
The revolutionary war was fought
To gain our independence,
That we a nation great may be,
Both free and independent.
They fought the British, far and near,
For freedom, and they gained it --
In Centennial years of Jubilee,
Let Columbia's sons maintain it.
poem by Julia A Moore
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