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it has been hanging for too many days
whose hand clocked hours slapped the face of earth
the pieces got the prizes
the prizes sliced the honours
titles untitled at the foot of fame
welcome to the brand new time
decide the decades millennium squatting
who will
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Waiting For A Better World
What ya gonna believe in
If you can't tell right from wrong?
Some TV show is all you know
Don't ya care what's going on?
You're in touch with disaster
But you look the other way
Paralyzed by the nature
How you live every day
So you're waiting - You're waiting for a better world
You're just waiting - You're waiting for a better world
If you leave it how you found it
It will always be the same:
The sinners take the prizes
And the righteous take the blame
Better wake up your senses
Get your body on the road
There ain't no time for peace of mind
When the future might explode
But you're waiting - You're waiting for a
better world
You're just waiting - You're waiting for a
Better world
If you leave it how you found it
It will always be the same:
The sinners take the prizes
And the righteous take the blame
While you're waiting
song performed by by Haddaway
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Of life's two chief prizes, beauty and truth, I found the first in a loving heart and the second in a laborer's hand.
quote by Kahlil Gibran
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There are, it is true, at present no great prizes in literature such as are offered by the learned professions, but there are quite as many small ones - competences; while, on the other hand, it is not so much of a lottery.
quote by James Payn
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Invite
Come and paint for your friends
Show your passion for the colors
The vibrancy of colors for everyone to see
The Orange and blue combination, maybe.
You will be enthralled by a master wizard
Irrespective of heavy rain or a blizzard
You can learn a trick or two!
And maybe show a few of them too.
It is the anniversary week at our office
Where you will be entertained with a new code
Joy, fun and laughter for each and everyone
And you can get a lot of work done
You have an opportunity to paint a wall
Your paintings shall be standing tall
For all the staff and customers for ever
The vibrancy retained will be our endeavour.
Lots of work to be done
Lots of prizes to be won
Don’t forget to remind your mother\father
Or the prizes will go to some other.
poem by Hariharans Sundaram
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Fame
As recorded by david bowie
Fame, makes a man take things over.
Fame, let's him lose, hard to swallow.
Fame, puts you there where things are hollow.
Fame.
Fame,
It's not your brain, it's just a flame,
That burns your change to keep you insane.
Fame.
Fame, what you like is in the limo.
Fame, what you get is no tomorrow.
Fame, what you need you have to borrow.
Fame.
Fame,
Now it's mine, it's just his line
To bind your time it drives you to crime.
Fame.
Is it any wonder
I reject you first?
Fame, fame, fame, fame.
Is it any wonder
You are too cool to fool?
Fame.
Fame,
Bully for you,
Chilly for me,
Got to get a raincheck on pain.
Fame.
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame,
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame,
Fame, fame, fame, - fame.
What's your name?
(fame, fame)
(fame, fame)
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Fame
As recorded by david bowie
Fame, makes a man take things over.
Fame, let's him lose, hard to swallow.
Fame, puts you there where things are hollow.
Fame.
Fame,
It's not your brain, it's just a flame,
That burns your change to keep you insane.
Fame.
Fame, what you like is in the limo.
Fame, what you get is no tomorrow.
Fame, what you need you have to borrow.
Fame.
Fame,
Now it's mine, it's just his line
To bind your time it drives you to crime.
Fame.
Is it any wonder
I reject you first?
Fame, fame, fame, fame.
Is it any wonder
You are too cool to fool?
Fame.
Fame,
Bully for you,
Chilly for me,
Got to get a raincheck on pain.
Fame.
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame,
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame,
Fame, fame, fame, - fame.
What's your name?
(fame, fame)
(fame, fame)
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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2 Weeks
14 Days left
336 hours
Until the end of this chapter
The chapter of hell in my life
2 weeks until I leave
8 hours a day
8 hours of hell in this school
Dealing with ignorance driven by people
Pushing back judgmental walls
After all 8 years in this prison
All I have is 2 weeks,14 days,336 hours left inside this hellhole
Now I can’t figure out what to do
Skip graduation, or stand on the stage and face the music?
That answer has left me then came back
In just 2 week I’ll be gone never to set foot inside again
In just 14 days I’ll leave and never turn back
In just 336 hours, my face will be erased from this place
2 weeks until I graduate from 8th grade
Why now, it must end sooner
In just 2 months I’ll be in high school
2 weeks…
14 days… 336 hours…
The memory of me will be gone
poem by Marcellus Watts
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Poetry In The Mature 21st Century
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hand is a hand.poetry is poetry.poems have titles or untitled titled but poems are poems; a problems of not being to conceptualize the differentiate name or genre is a problems of technique and subtance of a poem which itself has no substance; a paradoxical depths of simplicity on being-becoming-doing- process- product pradym of contemporary culture.
Chair (Two)
Who does not want to hold
And cares your hand but
Soon Regret while realizes
You are nothing but
a seat of thorn
a headache
before sitting upon you
you create ill feelings
and blood shed
you put a man
above all
but make him alone
but man is helpless
while standing
upon his two
feeble and fragile
the back aches
nothing he sees
but sit upon you
you keep the back bone
straight
and keep the brain
fresh
sitting upon you
so many make the white pages
black
with the yellow fallen foliage
get name fame and prizes
but you remain
unrecognised
poem by Abdul Wahab
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041511H i want to be there
people are running, chasing
man giving away free prizes
i saw one stumble; pushing
ruthless when it comes to
television exposure; it's true
fame is cruel claws on you
excited a word i could put
blushing, shaking to a cry
screams to hands up to sky
will wear out so soon i know
even people reminds you
left your make-up, did you
poem by Manonton Dalan
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Im so lost without You
All I see is continous darkness,
As though light was you,
What am I without you,
You left me hanging,
Yes when I needed you most,
I was so wrong to let go,
Yet so right to understand
Im thinking of you honey,
Nothing can be done I know,
Today is blameless for this,
Neither is yesterday,
I carry the pain of my wrongs,
The hugs are fading on and on,
The kisses becoming meaningless
Im so lost without you
My pride wont let me cry before you,
But alone I shed the tears my love,
Im so lost without you,
You broke my heart into tiny particles,
With those pieces I love you the same,
I look at the doors you left open,
Hoping in my heart,
Your foot might step again,
Im so lost without you
Im tormented and torn apart,
Tortured and broken into pieces,
The hours i wanted you more,
The days i needed you the most,
The same moment you walked away,
Im so lost without you
Find me again my lost hope,
Love me again my lost love
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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A long marathon
I am participating in long marathon
It was decided and desired to be won
Not a loose attempt was to be made
Though there was strict criteria laid
Many more may find it enterprising
It was not at all sudden or surprising
Every time it brought certain level of perfection
The media is so powerful and integrated section
Two hundred long poems in stipulated period
So many things to be taken care off and avoid
All ways time bound action and strict adherence
It was nightmare with very good reference
I am quite used to such a long poems
There has to be strong and very good themes
Not always you get the set ideas of current nature
Still it is perfectly suiting to the future
Finally it is approaching the dead end
Good response from friends and feelers are sent
I was thoroughly preoccupied and very much alert
I took it as preparation well before the concert
It looks nice to have come at honorable position
Not all the poems may be of good composition
But still it represents a fair view of imagination
Coupled with human sufferings and inclination
Not enough satisfaction can be given to all
It may not be considered also a positive call
It will be befitting try if something is appreciated
Not in some kind but by way of prizes to be decorated
It is immaterial how competitions are won
It is also irrelevant to know how it might have gone
The actual thing may come when name is taken into account
All worries and tension may cease and dismount
I feel relieved and heave a sigh of relief
It was battle of nerves and good belief
The views, otherwise can not be put across
How many hurdles and passes to be attempted to cross
The end is well whose beginning is well
The success story may reveal or tell
Not the piece of paper or prizes will be sufficient
How much great feelings you have as recipient
Many more feathers will be added and hunt may be on
The quest will go on and many prizes may be won
What will be ultimate goal than to win prizes?
It is to be seen how much zeal it may generate and energize?
I have full satisfaction as to the end of an event
It was nice and honorable moment
I feel greatly elevated to the highest peak
Though can’t be considered so strong or very weak
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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As for me, prizes are nothing. My prize is my work.
quote by Katharine Hepburn
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Fame
Fame, (fame) makes a man take things over
Fame, (fame) lets him loose, hard to swallow
Fame, (fame) puts you there where things are hollow
Fame (fame)
Fame, its not your brain, its just the flame
That burns your change to keep you insane (sane)
Fame (fame)
Fame, (fame) what you like is in the limo
Fame, (fame) what you get is no tomorrow
Fame, (fame) what you need you have to borrow
Fame (fame)
Fame, nien! its mine! is just his line
To bind your time, it drives you to, crime
Fame (fame)
Could it be the best, could it be?
Really be, really, babe?
Could it be, my babe, could it, babe?
Could it, babe? , could it, babe?
Is it any wonder I reject you first?
Fame, fame, fame, fame
Is it any wonder you are too cool to fool
Fame (fame)
Fame, bully for you, chilly for me
Got to get a rain check on pain (pain)
(fame)
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame ,fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame
Fame
Whats your name?
Feeling so gay, feeling gay
song performed by by David Bowie
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Ballade Of Truisms
Gold or silver, every day,
Dies to gray.
There are knots in every skein.
Hours of work and hours of play
Fade away
Into one immense Inane.
Shadow and substance, chaff and grain,
Are as vain
As the foam or as the spray.
Life goes crooning, faint and fain,
One refrain:
'If it could be always May!'
Though the earth be green and gay,
Though, they say,
Man the cup of heaven may drain;
Though, his little world to sway,
He display
Hoard on hoard of pith and brain:
Autumn brings a mist and rain
That constrain
Him and his to know decay,
Where undimmed the lights that wane
Would remain,
If it could be always May.
YEA, alas, must turn to NAY,
Flesh to clay.
Chance and Time are ever twain.
Men may scoff, and men may pray,
But they pay
Every pleasure with a pain.
Life may soar, and Fortune deign
To explain
Where her prizes hide and stay;
But we lack the lusty train
We should gain,
If it could be always May.
Envoy
Time, the pedagogue, his cane
Might retain,
But his charges all would stray
Truanting in every lane -
Jack with Jane -
If it could be always May.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Ramshackle
You've been so long
Your blind eyes are gone
Your old bones are on their own
So take off your coat
Put a song in your throat
Let the dead-beats pound all around
We will go
Nowhere we know
We don't have to talk at all
Hand me downs
Flypaper towns
Stuck together
One and all
The bargains you drive
Buckets and bags
And all your belongings
Your train's in the sand
Ramshackle land
Let the rats watch the races
We will go
Nowhere we know
'Til we find our one and all
Hand me downs
Flypaper towns
Stuck together
One and all
Praises get spent
Your trick face is bent
Pigsties and prizes
'Cause there's no kind of 'well'
You're suiting yourself
You leave yourself behind
We will go
Nowhere we know
'Til we find our one and all
Your hand me downs
Flypaper towns
Stuck together
One and all
song performed by by Beck from Odelay
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He who prizes little things, is worthy of great ones.
He is the world's master who despises it, its slave who prizes it.
Forget about Nobel prizes; they aren't really very important.
quote by Herbert Simon
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On The Poet And Poetry: The Complete Text
1
Shakespeare and Kalidas and Homer
had no need to flaunt qualifications
so don’t trumpet too much of yours
2
in this kingdom
where one writes
there is no seniority, each is equal
3
it is not important to be a poet;
the thing is to bring the poetry
4
one may win titles
and may be crowned Poet Laureate:
but only time points out
the poet from the crumpet
5
none of your self
and none of your importance here:
just poetry, if you can,
poetry is all that’s needed
6
poetry can be
like a sky filled with wrangling clouds
or as a sky without a wisp
7
in poetry one wakes from dreams
and it may yet be
that one’s wakefulness is itself but a dream
8
in poetry there are no
clichés in thought and phrase;
and what is left there is
the resplendent and the living
9
the writer who repeats
inaptly
word, phrase and concept read or heard
comes second-hand into a market for bad verse
10
one writes;
one does not fill one’s mind with the words:
I want to achieve
11
one writes and
the self disappears
and what is left is understanding
12
poetry leaves one
rich inside
and ordinary outside
13
the fool defines poetry
and poetry defies all definitions
14
poetry entertains, inspires;
poetry tickles, distracts, and shapes and frees -
but its true intent, no one knows
15
expand your understanding of the self –
it includes the world
16
if one had no coins
one cannot buy bread;
but not all the world’s wealth
can bring you poetry
17
celebrate your locality
but go beyond the parochial;
go beyond the region’s arrogance
to reach minds across cyberspace
18
many lines, and countless lines
many pages, and thick volumes
don’t make poetry
19
Oh no!
Not another love poem!
Oh no!
Not another poem about oneself!
20
rhyme, technique and meter
and tricks of prosody
don’t make poetry: passion does
21
the fool speaks of having
written the most number of poems in the world;
and the same fool speaks of quantity
22
we rarely succeed
if one does not go
beyond oneself
23
you wink, you twinkle
you want praise;
you write and you publish online
and you want to win titles –
and so poetry eludes you always
24
a hundred titles, a hundred prizes
a hundred spots of fame
and international renown
all these pale, all pale
before a single line of luminosity
25
the ambitious write pathetic verse;
the lover yields
and poetry embraces such a one
poem by Raj Arumugam
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