Amar Singh, A Political Middleman
A political middleman,
Other's weakness is his greatest strength,
Trusts only himself
And likes to be trusted,
A political commission agent,
Helps others bail out of their problems,
On hefty commission,
He is adept in the art of making wrong
A perfect right,
He is loquacious, And people take delight in this habit,
First he saves himself,
And then growls at others,
A perfect baldy and short man,
But ranks himself among film stars,
He is favourite to the star of the millenium,
Who is extremely cautious about his image,
But I am sorry to make out
In what way he(Mr. Bachchan) will be able to save his image
In the company of a middleman,
He(the middleman) has hitherto been able to save himself,
For he has readymade traps(CD's) for others,
He has an art of black mailing others,
He black mails others with the help of the court,
Neither court has a least feeling of being utilized
Nor the victim has a single hint of being black mailed,
And thus he serves his purpose,
What a man he is!
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Composing Poem
Composing poem is not a game to play
Composing poem has no loss no profit.
No body has got complete control over words
No body has a thought even how to use words
From start to end.
The man who is composing poem act as a middleman
Between the creator and the creation
And the middleman has no right to say about
The original picture and theme.
No body is there to guess what is there
In the mind of the compositor
At times the compositor himself could not say
What he is composing and for whom.
Words thoughts and pictures present
As pretenders and the compositor is the
Only scapegoat.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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A Single Black Rose
A single Black Rose to turn the tide
A single Black Rose to make one die
A single Black Rose to ensnare the soul
A single Black Rose to widen that hole
A single Black Rose to melt the heart
A single Black Rose to force a start
A single Black Rose to entwine the bodies
A single Black Rose to dictate the deaths of these
A single Black Rose to lie upon her breast
A single Black Rose to stop the tears from soaking his vest
A single Black Rose to mourn this memory
A single Black Rose to become a plot in this cemetery
A single Black Rose to take a life
A single Black Rose to end his strife.
(8/21/2007)
poem by Michael Koelliker
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She Died Under A Facade
I've seen the future so grim.
I've heard the future so grim.
I've touched the future so grim.
In all it emptiness.
It is as it is now.
No change, some will die, some will live.
Some will love, some will hate.
Some will rise above, while others flounder in a continuous debate.
Tell me, if you had a choice would you tie your own rope, or wait for someone to do it for you?
What would you do?
I'm climbing down.
I'm bailing out.
I'm jumping off this sinking cloud.
Going my own way.
For better or worst.
With promise of words.
I'll be back to save you baby.
If I can make it.
Got to keep this fire burning.
Keeping warm staving off the cold.
Waiting for others to make it to the other side.
Call me the middleman, in a great escape.
But still you will not go.
You stay your ground.
You say it is the right thing to do.
But all the people around you are already drowning.
I lose sight of them one by one.
Till your the only one left.
Still you will not take a chance.
Not in the name of my love.
Such a pretty dove.
All she has to do is spread her wings and take flight.
Carried off into a different light.
Denied by heavenly pride.
Better, better, oh so much better.
Suicide by a facade, who would of thought?
I know didn't.
If you can't save yourself how can I?
Tonight paint the skies red, for you have finally submerged.
You have died when my hand was right there.
All you had to do was take it.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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How Do We Get Their Attention July 19th
Canadians are not encouraged to notice appointees,
Secretly politically selected and have no need to please,
To the Senate, the governor general and the Supreme Court,
Their word is then law and they don't need political support.
An elected High Court would make proper Canadian decisions,
An elected Senate might even make some legal revisions,
But our elected party politicians want nothing to change,
They'll form another sub committee soon but not to rearrange.
Therefore we are helpless to bring about real political change,
Though political parties often hint that they will rearrange,
We don't have binding referendums or death with dignity,
Even the BC Supreme Court was turned down dismally.
poem by James Bredin
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A Black Single Rose.
A single black rose.
A single black rose to carry the load,
A single black rose to turn the road,
A single black rose to touch the soul,
A single black rose to widen your hole,
A single black rose to melt your heart,
A single black rose to force a start,
A single black rose to make you cry,
A single black rose to make you dry,
A single black rose to help you climb,
A single black rose to make you lie,
A single black rose to take a life,
A single black rose to take away strife.
poem by Natasha Ligons
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The Victim
Between right and wrong
Black and white
War and peace
Perpetrators and victims
Passive aggressive
She is always the victim
He is always the victim
They say they are always right
Every relationship ends with being the victim
The abused one, the controlled one
Totally black and white
They hire psychologists to reinforce their game
Never have to take responsibility
They are always the clear good one
They never really stare into the mirror
Their own arrogance is never looked at
Their own violence is covered
Sexual manipulation
Black and white
Right and wrong
Gossip and slander
Poor little innocent victim
How easy we demonize one another
How easy we take the role of the good guy
How easy we make everything black and white
Make everything completely wrong and right
Pull people into our charade
Stereotype and profile
Sure some people really are extreme
Yes, some people belong in prison
But so many times we play the victim
We make the other person BAD
We do not forgive or let go
We bring our baggage into all our relationships
We profile
We play the wronged person to the hilt
We make the other person EVIL
We make ourselves GOOD
No shades of gray, no soul searching
No reality and we go looking for perfect people
No forgiveness or negotiation and compromise
We are the victim! We are completely innocent
I broke up again he abused me
What’s that now 6 in a row?
Yes! And I am so sweet and innocent
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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It is well-known what a middleman is he is a man who bamboozles one party and plunders the other.
quote by Benjamin Disraeli
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The publisher is a middleman, he calls the tune to which the whole rest of the trade dances; and he does so because he pays the piper.
quote by Geoffrey Faber
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SOS (Save Our Sons)
We Black men of England
Too proud to cry for shame,
Let's cry a sea
Cry publicly,
Expose our very pain,
For Babylon the bandit
Is on our sisters trail,
The bad talk
And the cool walk
Will not keep us out of jail.
We Black men of England
Our guns are killing us,
How dare we?
Now hear me
How great is dangerous?
There's a fascist and a druggist
Out to get our kith and kin,
Let silent guns
Save our sons
The power is within.
We Black men of England
Excel as if in sport
For our people,
Because some people
Want to see our face in court,
When we Black men of England
Look the mirror in the face,
Through our sisters eyes
We men shall rise
As proud sons of our race.
poem by Benjamin Zephaniah
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Black And Red
Black and Red
The colours of dead
Black and Red
The colours of my bed.
Black and Red
swirling in my head
Black and Red
Killing my brov Ted.
BLACK AND RED
Black and Red
Colours that spread
Black and Red
The patterned thread.
Black and Red
The voices said
Black and Red
I Iove eating bread
Black and Red
My favourite colours till the end.
poem by Carniz Fatema
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Black
Black is favourite
Black is right
Black is supreme
I born black
I die black.
Without black
How can you
assess white?
Within black
Everything filled.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Black Star
(words & music by wayne - edwards)
Every man has a black star
A black star over his shoulder
And when a man sees his black star
He knows his time, his time has come
Black star dont shine on me, black star
Black star keep behind me, black star
Theres a lot of livin I gotta do
Give me time to make a few dreams come true
Black star
When I ride I feel that black star
That black star over my shoulder
So I ride in front of that black star
Never lookin around, never lookin around
Black star dont shine on me, black star
Black star keep behind me, black star
Theres a lot of livin I gotta do
Give me time to make a few dreams come true
Black star
One fine day Ill see that black star
That black star over my shoulder
And when I see that old black star
Ill know my time, my time has come
Black star dont shine on me, black star
Black star keep behind me, black star
Theres a lot of livin I gotta do
Give me time to make a few dreams come true
Black star
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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I never know what I'm going to put on the canvas. The canvas paints itself. I'm just the middleman.
Your Perfect Little Girl...
Your perfect little girl dropped a grade on her report card.
Your perfect little girl yelled at you last night.
Your perfect little girl painted her nails black.
Your perfect little girl lied to you all her life.
Your perfect little girl cries herself to sleep.
Your perfect little girl slits her wrists till she bleeds.
Your perfect little girl hates you.
Your perfect little girl hates herself.
Your perfect little girl has given up on life.
Your perfect little girl had a tantrum today.
Your perfect little girl has her head in the toilet after dinner.
Your perfect little girl wants to run away.
Your perfect little girl hasn't let you dry her tears.
Your perfect little girl disobeyed you.
Your perfect little girl hates the world.
Your perfect little girl is hated by the world.
Your perfect little girl is very unhappy.
Your perfect little girl tried to commit suicide.
Your perfect little girl became a disgrace.
Your perfect little girl keeps alot of secrets.
Your perfect little girl deals with everything on her own
Your perfect little girl had to grow up too fast.
Your perfect little girl is on the edge of breakdown.
Your perfect little girl just isn't so perfect anymore.
poem by Gabriela Valoy
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Black women don't have the same body image problems as white women. They are proud of their bodies. Black men love big butts.
quote by Tyra Banks
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There are no black film composers doing the likes of Star Wars, doing the likes of E.T., doing the likes of Jurassic Park. There are none, nor will there ever be one. That ain't about to happen!
quote by J.J. Johnson
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What I think is different today is the lack of political connection between the black middle class and the increasing numbers of black people who are more impoverished than ever before.
quote by Angela Davis
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There Is Nothing Perfect
basic is the rule
there is nothing perfect
in this world: no perfect person
there will always be lapses
no perfect planes
there will be crashes sometimes
no perfect clothes
for summer, some colors will still be hot
no perfect friends, there will always be
betrayals from time to time
there is even no perfect time
sometimes we caught in a whorl
with the whore
in a black hole where we do not know
anymore what happens next
there is nothing perfect even
in moderation
no perfect life
neither death,
ask God, he is not either
he was once in error
when he became
man.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Politics In Bangladesh II
Power tends to corrupt
And absolute power corrupts absolutely
This is so true in the political arena of Bangladesh
The ruling party has made the justice department
And anti-corruption commission a hoax
They forgive the criminals on political grounds
And withdraw all corruption charges against themselves
By hook or by crook
Politicization is taking place in every sphere of the country
Votes are being bought and sold like commodities
In competitive markets
The criminals are becoming leaders
Because of their black market money and liaisons
The mouth of the civil society are being gagged
By large amount of hush money
People who are trying to eliminate poverty from the country
Are being called bloodsuckers by the so-called patriots
Whereas the real bloodsuckers are in disguise
Of the heroes and heroines
poem by Asif Andalib
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Black or White - Political Correctness
Black, black is beautiful
All colours are meaningful
But Obama is not black, he is mixed race
Think about it; absorb this at your own pace
I'm weighing the two
Like I always do
In all fairness, in this world of madness
This is what I call 'Political Correctness'
Obama is not black but mixed race
Take a look at the color of his face
He is light skinned, not even dark
But they chose to call him black
I'm weighing the two
Like I always do
With a white mother and a father that is black
The ignorant masses prefer to refer to you as black!
Copyright 2008 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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