Anna Hazare we are with you
A new morning is about to rise
The streak of light has emerged
In the sky of hope
The darkness is bound to perish
And its harbingers will get their dues
O, great apostle of honesty
We are with you
Bring the revolution with full might
And exterminate the pillars of corruption
Rip them apart who create hurdles in your way
Honesty has suffered a lot
In the hands of dishonesty and improbity
Now it's time for them to suffer
It's the call of Nature to destroy
The harvest of wickedness
It's the call of Time to dismantle
The idols of evil.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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In all honesty
In all honesty
today has been
something out of the ordinary.
In all honesty
I could do with some christmas carols
and a mug of hot chocolate.
In all honesty
walking on the road without a sidewalk
is more exhilerating than anything else.
In all honesty
watching fog settle over the road
can bring tears to anyones eyes.
In all honesty
you're the only person
I'm mostly honest to.
In all honesty
this poem
is entirely honest.
poem by Erica Francis
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Number One
Honesty is often admired.
And in privacy...
Those known to be that way,
Are more than welcomed.
But an honesty admired,
That becomes publicly outspoken...
Around others unfamiliar with it,
Can stun them and have them run.
Most people rather not be shown,
Associated with it.
Most people collectively,
Choose to be accepted.
And today no one wants to feel shunned.
Knowing until an approval of honesty,
Has yet to be done.
Since currently dishonesty for many is number one.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A cruel beast
Corruption,
A vice so loved.
The voiceless,
Suffer in its hands.
The powerful,
Feast its fruits,
Corruption,
A vice so evil.
Land,
From it emanate.
Mansions,
Like mushroom they sprout.
Cars,
Like bees they swarm.
Corruption,
A vice so evil.
Poverty,
A son to it has become,
Who,
A by-product is,
Corruption,
A vice so evil.
Mercy,
To it is rubbish,
Prosperity,
In its mind constantly dwells.
Corruption,
A vice so evil.
poem by Michael Wamalwa
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God Said Do Not Be Calling Evil Good
God said do not be calling evil good
therefore why will I offend my Lord God
and give that evil dude Satan pleasure
because my lord and creator said
'Woe to those who call evil good
and good evil, who put darkness
for light and light for darkness,
who put bitter for sweet and sweet
for bitter. ' Make no excuse for evil. Isaiah 5: 20
Do not spin each lie boldly call evil evil
radiate sin darkness with God’s light.
'The eye is the lamp of the body. If your eyes
are good, your whole body will be full of light.' Matthew 6: 22
Beware those who call evil good perverting
and confounding truth because darkness is
ignorance false doctrines alas justified crime.
Light is truth knowledge of God devout piety.
Bitter are wages of sin sweet is virtue holiness.
Bitter are painful consequences come judgement.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Isaiah quotation from the New International Version (©1984) .
poem by Terence George Craddock
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In April
I sit on my pillow
My cat on my head
I hear your voice, boy
And cant forget
Your kisses were cold and
Full of loneliness
Hold deep sadness
With my hands
I wont be here - I wont be there
I will write another story
And my tears
Will create
Will create a lake of sorrows
Chorus:
But in april it sounds like love
When you call
You call my name
You call my name
But in april it sounds like love
When you call
You call my name
You call my name
You call my name
The door is open now
I have to go
The moon shines brighter
Than it did before
The clock strikes twelve
Theres no time
Time to sleep
Well go upstairs
Straight to the sky
Im not here - Im not there
Took a ball point pen to write you
And my tears
They create
They create a lake of sorrows
Im not here - Im not there
Took a ball point pen to write you
And my tears
They create
They create a lake of sorrows
Chorus
The door is open now
I have to go
The moon shines brighter
Than it did before
Was not here - was not there
song performed by by Wonderwall
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Honesty Is No Excuse
Up till now I used to pass my time
Drinking beer so slowly, sometimes wine
No god, air, water or sunshine
And honesty was my only excuse
I took your love and I used it
Up till now my youthful stage
A useless rage, a torn out page, a worn out gauge
A dirty shade, a big charade, a has been made
And honesty was my only excuse
I took your love and I used it
I never, I never, I never
Up till now my love life
A few sweet kisses, a little missus, a fork and knife
A happy home, a hand to hold, a land to roam
And honesty was my only excuse
I took my life in my own hands and I abused it
Up till now I used to tap dance
Take a girl by the hand saying I need your , I need your romance
Oh I had so many chances
And honesty was my only excuse
I took your love and abused it
Up till now the path of life was fair enough
Enough was fair, all was right
And now I know, I see the light
And honesty was my only excuse
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Darkness Of...
Darkness is not the darkness of night
it is the darkness of mind and soul.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of discrimination between poor and rich.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of dishonesty.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of aggravate.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is darkness of corruption.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of indiscipline.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of animosity.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of inveterate.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of perjury.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness that we all brought up inside us,
so, light the lamp of light inside you...
poem by Suniya Garg
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Well, Say It As You See It
it is nice
yes, always the feeling is nice
when you call a spade a spade
lets your heart out
nothing tightens
or chokes
nothing to vomit
at the end
nothing hidden
well, they laid the principle
of candid honesty
say it as it pleases you
not as it pleases them
always, yes, always
call a spade a spade
that is rule # one
honesty, that lonely word
well, i learned it by heart
learning to say
what is in my mind
but what do i get?
nothing
everyone is displeased
with my honesty
that i am one tactless
form of shit
this monstrous mammal
this elephant with a tusk
this snake with a venom
this mischievous child
laughing at the
naked emperor
without clothes
well, yes, i still say what i see
calling a spade always a spade
and what do i get?
yes, this one,
nothing but this one
this poetry
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Radio #2
Meet me at midnight at the broadcast tower high above the Hollywood sign.
You bring your guitar and I'll bring my radio, radio.
Everyone will come from miles around to witness this beautiful sight,
we'll set bonfires, pretend it's the Fourth of July.
This is the starting of a brand new revolution, bite the hand that feeds.
Stand up and fight against the messages that they're sending...
stop their frequency.
You're always talking, it's never ending.
It's about time that we turned off the radio,
call the request lines and tell them it's over.
You're always playing all of the same songs over and over again.
It's about time that we all turned off the radio.
We'll listen to b-sides and sing-along to anthems of the years gone by.
integrity and honesty will prevail tonight.
When it's all over, one question still remains...
Why do so many bands never make it to the radio?
Look outside your F.M. dial, they're preaching lie in 4/4 time.
a generation without a voice and stripped of pride.
song performed by by Ataris
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I Suffer The Night
I suffer the night
When it's time to face my sadness
And all I can do is cry
I suffer the night
When I struggle to find rest
Knowing in the morning I must rise
I suffer the night
When alone in the darkness
I wonder why I am alive
I suffer the night
When I succumb to blackness
And finally stop asking why
I suffer the night
As it battles my mind
And my spirit slowly dying
I suffer the night
As I reach for the light
And pray that my death be kind
poem by Sonya Florentino
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He Was Saved
HE WAS SAVED
He did not die,
He was saved,
From living in the world of,
Illusions, dishonesty and cheats,
He used to talk,
Of honesty, love and compassion,
If he lived,
He has to bear the burden,
Of corpses of honesty and truth,
He did not die,
He was saved
poem by Dr. Ram Sharma
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Promises Must Be Kept
A promise is a vow of honesty
And honesty is the foundation of love.
Love is a bond that can never break,
As it falls from the heavenly skies above.
But what is a bond that cannot break
If dishonesty gets in its way?
What is a connection worth to us both
If pain and suffering is what we must pay?
If it's something about me, my love, let me know
And I'll readily fix what I've done.
But I think, if we're honest, it's not at all me,
Only you and your life on the run.
For a virtuous vow of honesty
Is a promise you shouldn't accept,
If it's always replaced by excuses and lies.
A promise is a promise and must be kept.
poem by DiaDuit Cluaiste
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Doom
See no evil, Hear no evil,
Speak no evil, that we learnt
That is why we did not notice
When the whole country burnt
With the lava of corruption,
emanating fire and fume
Grasping all in its flames
Bringing this world to doom
Not a single job can be
Got without connections,
Nor can the children see
A future without donations
Rapport with the right person
Is a must to rise upward
Who does not care for it
Does not go forward
Corruption, Match-fixing, Donation,
Approaches and Bribery,
Is there anything further yet
Left for us to see
There is a need for revolution
Corruption which will beat
Which will douse this lava
And its mighty fume and heat
Someday all this will change
And for the better, hope I,
So the coming generations
Will not have to sit and cry;
When all will be educated
From the king to the urchin,
The world will then be
A paradise to live in.
poem by Vishnu Sampoorn
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A precious acquisition
Honesty,
A virtue so precious.
With it,
Lives are saved.
Without it,
Are lives destroyed.
Honesty,
A precious possession.
The humble,
Like a guest embrace.
The greedy,
Like an enemy they shun,
And with mud,
On its face they smear.
But the fools,
Like a stranger they fear.
Honesty,
A precious possession.
Its lovers,
To hens are metaphored,
But their ridiculers,
Are the hens themselves,
For God,
Honesty initiates and loves.
So anyone,
Who honesty champions,
Will for eternity,
God's friend remain.
Honesty,
A priceless commodity.
poem by Michael Wamalwa
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Nature, we neglect
I hear some one calling me from deep,
it is not the footstep heard in sound sleep,
but yes a deep call and sound familiar,
Neither shout from liar nor it from cavalier,
I sense it so pleasing and sweet,
As if the music strike the ear and meet,
waves pass and create a bubbles in water,
noise stop, echoes down as down the shutter,
Days hustle and bustle to a stop,
breathe a fresh air and bath with soap
Time to go and listen music pop,
harvest the season and bring back crop,
But still have no joy and peace,
life so apart and turn into piece,
Enjoy I not the reality and love,
As the birds, ducks, fishes and dove,
Advent of winter body so freeze,
flowers smell more and air so breeze,
even slight moon light glitter the sky,
body feel light and thoughts may fly,
Cocks and cuckoo’s bring more cheers,
Never you get it fresh from beers,
for a moment you forget your dears,
no more calls and no more hears,
With strong wind, lightening and storms,
earth fall apart and come out new worms,
ponds full and rivers make flow,
sky may over cast but heavy with glow,
All these does not deter and frighten,
more vigour, strength and life brighten,
stress, worries, hopes, despair soften
new lease of life and rise hope often,
Respond to call crisis never deepen,
futility, despair worries not happen,
So I hear gently and respond her call,
face I ground and hear through wall,
I fail to see why nature so kind,
Joy I search but never find,
hatred, mistrust but not love mild,
Why are we so cruel and wild?
Love, music, light all fast scatter,
what you gain now, all that matter,
Never we tried nor lost cause,
Time may tell when we near pause
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What a Wretched Woman Said to Me
All the broad East was laced with tender rings
Of widening light; the Daybreak shone afar;
Deep in the hollow, 'twixt her fiery wings,
Fluttered the morning star.
A cloud, that through the time of darkness went
With wanton winds, now, heavy-hearted, came
And fell upon the sunshine, penitent,
And burning up with shame.
The grass was wet with dew; the sheep-fields lay
Lapping together far as eye could see;
And the great harvest hung the golden way
Of Nature's charity.
My house was full of comfort; I was propped
With life's delights, all sweet as they could be,
When at my door a wretched woman stopped,
And, weeping, said to me,--
"Its rose-root in youth's seasonable hours
Love in thy bosom set, so blest wert thou;
Hence all the pretty little red-mouthed flowers
That climb and kiss thee now!
"I loved, but I must stifle Nature's cries
With old dry blood, else perish, I was told;
Hence the young light shrunk up within my eyes,
And left them blank and bold.
"I take my deeds, all, bad as they have been,--
The way was dark, the awful pitfall bare;--
In my weak hands, up through the fires of sin,
I hold them for my prayer."
"The thick, tough husk of evil grows about
Each soul that lives," I mused, "but doth it kill?
When the tree rots, the imprisoned wedge falls out,
Rusted, but iron still.
"Shall He who to the daisy has access,
Reaching it down its little lamp of dew
To light it up through earth, do any less,
Last and best work, for you?"
poem by Alice Cary (1858)
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The Sons Of Shamrod
And then came the sons of Shamrod
who with their magical powers
did smite the forces of evil
that brought death and destruction
throughout the land.
The great battle raged on
for many a full moon.
Great were the evil forces that
inhabited the land and mocked the people.
But the sons of Shamrod emerged victorious
for it was said long ago
that there would come a day
which would be one to remember.
When the spirit of our forefather's
would once again rise and give birth to
hope instead of desperation.
And the hope came in those who dare defy
the hand of death to strike them,
for the time foretold had come.
No longer would the will of man
be taken from him and used against him.
Peace and happiness again reign supreme over the land.
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Note:
This poem was inspired by after reading 'The Lord of The Rings' over 35 years ago.
poem by George Krokos
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Revolution
If you think its over, better think again
Therell be no compromise
Time to hit the power, feel adrenaline
Move into overdrive
Here comes the revolution
Time for retribution
If you think Ill back down or accept defeat
Brace for the aftershock
Take it to the limits, take it to the streets
Give it everything youve got
Time to come together
Revolution
Living on forever
Revolution
Get ready for the revolution
Its a revolution
Its a retribution
Somethings in the air
Time to change, its time to change
You better watch out tonight
You better watch out for the revolution
Bring it down, bring it down
song performed by by Judas Priest
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The Darkest Hour
The world is truly a volatile place, much in need of protective grace,
The Grace of The Sovereign Lord, when His help below is implored.
Even when He’s not thought of, God moves, based upon His Love,
A Love which goes unparalleled, in opposing the evil forces of Hell.
The very forces plaguing the world, with all the darkest yet unfurled.
Yet all of the evil Satan may rail, against The Lord, shall not prevail,
God above shall protect His Own, through the Power of His Throne.
As Satan causes evil to flourish, wicked hearts involved, will perish.
All the terror we see upon earth, will in the end become much worse,
As Satan enters the heart of more, nations of men against our Lord.
The end shall come like a flood, as evil spills untold innocent blood,
As evil goes on without restraint, causing even the mightiest to faint.
When by God, The Spirit is taken; all of this earth shall be forsaken,
By the Light and Peace of God, left victim of Satan’s wrath and rod.
If this end time is not cut short, through the intervention of The Lord,
Satan would destroy all human life, through his dark, end time strife.
All this evil will be destroyed, when, The Lord of Glory returns again,
Ending all Satan’s wickedness, as it’s destroyed, by Righteousness,
The Righteousness of Christ alone, when He comes to save His own,
And bring in a Kingdom for all to see, will last throughout all Eternity.
(Copyright ©10/2007)
Good verse Evil
There could be a time
When good is defeated
When lights vanish from time
When the sun does not rise
There will be only night
In night there will be only darkness
And in darkness there will be only evil
There could be a time
When evil is defeated
When the dark is banished to the fiery depths of hell
There will be only happiness
People will not live in fear
The earth will be blinded in light
And in light there will be only good
But you have a choice
You can choose to fight the dark
And conquer the evil
Laughter is the best weapon against evil!
poem by Blair Williams
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