The Clock Tower Of Bahraich
In the middle of the city,
There is a tall and lovely tower,
It has become our dignity,
Which would be sign of British power,
It's stood for a century and to witness,
The changing moods of the town,
Sometimes becomes political greatness,
And sometimes emerges with religious crown.
poem by Mohammad Muzzammil
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My City, My Town
My city, my town
The day u were birthed
No one regretted
My City
The glory of both the young and old
a site for everyone to behold
My city
A place of great edifices
a town with wonderful places
Four and two-legged machines
Fills this land unconditionally
A place of constant influx
Beautiful lush green grass
Filled the lawns at every corner
Bridges everywhere
as long as monumental caterpillars
Masts of every network
as tall as the Eiffel Tower of Paris,
A total amazement..
My city,
A beauty to uphold,
Now a story yet untold
My city, oh my town
You are losing your luster,
colour and radiance
That made humans of all race
want to advance, to seek solace
My city, My town
The land that brought memories
of neighborliness,
Everyone, together as of same parents
Awake from your slumber
Oh my great city, 'The Garden-City'
The crown princess of Rivers state
Why do you constantly hibernate?
Wake up
My city, my town,
Be like David,
Defeat this Goliath called GREED!
Show your feat
and make this enemy face the heat.
Edwina Aleme, (c) 2009
poem by Edwina Aleme
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Cha-cha Controversy
CHA-CHA CONTROVERSY
Melvin Banggollay
In the desire of those in power
In my own native land of wonder
People seems to be in danger
As the ambitious political leaders
Are making all means to cover
their curruptions with all power.
My land is crippled by controversy
from ZTE broad band anomaly,
Election frauds in the presidency,
human rights violations everyday,
Currupt political clans and hypocrisy,
Agricultural scams of the century
with joc joc bolante's mastery,
and Senate and congress rivalry
for the impeachment of the presidency
Where the congress seems to display
the power of numbers to dismay
the impeachment of Aroyo's glory
at the expense of the the sovereignty
of the people of this Filipino country.
Now they are deploying another power
with the congress magical number
To sustain the controversial term of power
of the president by amending the charter
of the constitution to a unicameral chamber
which would abolish the senate's power
to fiscalize the congressmen's fury
to enjoy their political machinery
in conspiring with the seat of the presidency
to serve the people or currupt the country.
Their greed for power, wealth and money
keep them so inspired to form conspiracy
even they had to lost their own dignity
as stewards of the people's sovereignty
as guardian's of a just and fair democracy
as trusted servant of the Filipino soceity
but sometimes the blame is not only
among the politicians of this country
but also among the many people of society
who voted them because of their money,
goons, political influences and machinery
and not on the basis of their honesty
and ability and skill to serve with dignity.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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I Am Never Alone In 'This
Wherever it is You lead me,
I will allow...
Without hesitation,
To follow.
I remain a witness,
To the greatness of Your Creation.
Whenever I am troubled,
With burdens condoned...
I am never in this alone.
I remain a witness,
To the greatness of Your Creation.
When I witness more obstacles,
On my path that may persist...
I resist them knowing it.
Since I am never in this alone.
There will be times I come to face,
I can not take another heartache.
And emotionally feel my mind is numb.
With despair everywhere...
I am too weak to overcome.
I remain a witness,
To the greatness of Your Creation.
And realizing it...
I am never alone,
In 'this'.
Wherever it is You lead me,
I will allow...
Without hesitation,
To follow.
I remain a witness,
And realizing it...
I am never alone,
In 'this'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Welcome To Sleazy Town
One hand on the controller
One hand on the re-wind
You can even watch it all in slow mo
cos you just sit at home all day
Now you got plenty of time
If you want some real live action
And the videos too tame
If you wanna touch some heat
But you dont know how to light that flame
If you want some satisfaction
Instead of studying the freeze frame
I used to have this spot on main street
It was bounding, it was hot
It was dark, it was dirty
But dull it was not
The joint was jumping every night
But now its just a parking lot
This city was cruel
This city was keen
This city was alive
This city was mean
Till the office blocks and parking lots
Came and closed this city down
I could stand outside
The kids hung round
And the neon sign said
Welcome to sleazy town
Welcome to sleazy town
Sleazy, sleazy town
Everybody hung loose
It was cool and easy
People used to meet and have a good time
Down in sleazy town, sleazy town, sleazy town, sleazy town
Then the corporations came along
And bought this piece of ground
The leases all went up
And so the buildings all came down
They built the motorways and shopping malls
And they killed off sleazy town
This city was cool
This city was keen
This city was alive
This city was till the office blocks and parking lots
Came and closed this city down
I could stand outside, the kids hung round
And the neon sign said
Welcome to sleazy town
Welcome to sleazy town, sleazy, sleazy town
City hall killed off that scene
Now sleazy town is just a dream
song performed by by Kinks
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A Tower Name
The Lord’s name
Power name
A tower name
A strong name
And power-tower name
A strong tower, the name
A safe place, the name
Good in every situation, the name
Has unmatched power, the name
And a place of fortification, the name
When spiritually attacked, to the name run
When the past foibles clouds the mind, to the name run
When disappointed, to the name run
When failure cripples in, to the name run
And when tempted, to the name run
In the name, security
In the name, safety
In the name, peace
In the name, strong power
And in the name, a strong tower
A strong tower, strong refuge
A strong tower, stout defense
A strong tower, powerful protection
A strong tower, shield from the past
And a strong tower, enemy at bay to put
Whatever enemy offensive, call the name
Like Joseph, make a dash to the name
So portable, so wherever, the tower name
A refuge from doubt, selfishness, malice
And a shelter from slenderness, loneliness, envy and the like
So as the devil launches attack
A run to the tower name make
Call upon the power name
Stay in the power-tower
And watch him, sulking away
The Bible assures us: “The name of the Lord is a strong tower: the righteous runneth into it, and is safe” (Prov.18: 10, KJV) .
poem by Obed Akuma
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Our moral, religious, and political traditions are united in their respect for the dignity of human life.
quote by Robert Casey
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I Have Not Been To Oxford Town
Baby grace is the victim
She was 14 years of age
And the wheels are turning, turning
For the finger points at me
Alls well
But I have not been to oxford town
Alls well
But I have not been to oxford town
Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
Alls well
20th century dies
And the prison priests are decent
My attorney seems sincere
I fear my days are numbered
Lord get me out of here
Alls well
But I have not been to oxford town
Alls well
But I have not been to oxford town
Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
Alls well
20th century dies
This is your shadow on my wall
This is my flesh and blood
This is what I couldve been
And the wheels are turning and turning
As the 20th century dies
If I had not ripped the fabric
If time had not stood still
If I had not met ramona
If Id only paid my bill
Alls well
But I have not been to oxford town
Alls well
But I have not been to oxford town
Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
Alls well
20th century dies
And the wheels are turning and turning
As the 20th century dies
This is my bunk with two sheets
This is my food though foul
This is what I could have been
Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
Alls well
20th century dies
song performed by by David Bowie
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London Muruga!
London Murugha, bless us all!
Your greatness is so tall
with this song I call
From tower let me not fall
poem by Elangovan Selvapperumal
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Religious power, which, as I have already said, frequently identifies itself with political power, has always been a protagonist of this bitter struggle, even when it seemingly was neutral.
quote by Salvatore Quasimodo
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Alma Mater
A haunted town thou art to me.
-- Andrew Lang
To-day in Florence all the air
Is soft with spring, with sunlight fair;
In the tall street gay folks are met;
Duomo and Tower gleam overhead,
Like jewels in the city set,
Fair-hued and many-faceted.
Against the old grey stones are piled
February violets, pale and sweet,
Whose scent of earth in woodland wild
Is wafted up and down the street.
The city's heart is glad ; my own
Sits lightly on its bosom's throne.
* * * * * * *
Why is it that I see to-day,
Imaged as clear as in a dream,
A little city far away,
A churlish sky, a sluggish stream,
Tall clust'ring trees and gardens fair,
Dark birds that circle in the air,
Grey towers and fanes ; on either hand,
Stretches of wind-swept meadow-land?
* * * * * * *
Oh, who can sound the human breast?
And this strange truth must be confessed;
That city do I love the best
Wherein my heart was heaviest!
Broremann’s War
Spring,1945, German troops in his town were walking about not
carrying arms, they spoke to the locals in a friendly manner.
Looking back it was peace before the peace. Near Broremann's home
there was a tall house occupied by old non- commissioned officers,
middle-aged men in their thirties with children, gave the kids
chocolate and sweets (after the war the building was taken over by
Mormons) .
British troops arrived, put a canteen in a disused fish factory,
the German troops had surrendered. Broremann got white bread
with spam from the British. The Germans left by train; many
of the town´s people came to wave goodbye, there was no
dislike against the common soldiers, wrath was directed at the
local Gestapo who had betrayed their country by being crueler
than the enemy and by sporting rimless Himmler glasses.
Years later Broremann met a docker in Hamburg who had spent
five war years in his town. They drank together and declared
it had been a peaceful war.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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World War II had been such a tremendous success story for this country that the political and military leadership began to assume that they would prevail simply because of who they were. We were like the British at the turn of the 19th century.
quote by Neil Sheehan
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Twenty-First Century Romance
They check out your sign…., help you combine….,
While you’re taking a chance….,
In cyberspace, with virtual satin and lace…,
This could be the start of a Twenty-First Century Romance.
When Cupid takes aim…., it won’t be in vain…,
You’ll share the ultimate dance….,
With no firewall, you’ll have a ball….,
This could be the start of a Twenty-First Century Romance....! ! !
No matter where you are…, love’s magic creates a trance…,
From the heart of New York City to Naples, maybe even Paris, France.....,
This could be the start of a Twenty-First Century Romance….,
Yes, this could be the start of a Twenty-First Century Romance.
poem by Trade Martin
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Two Lonely Hearts (Love Ballad) :
We've been apart, for a very long time.
Time is still on my mind.
I must find my way back to you.
It's been awhile, since you stared in my eyes.
True love never dies.
As the stars begin to shine.
'Cause two lonely hearts.
Come together as one.
In the middle of town.
In the middle of the town.
Two lonely hearts.
Come together as one.
In the middle of town.
In the middle of the town.
You stayed away, for a very long time.
Your thought still on my mind.
I must find my way back to you.
I always thought, you would stand next to me.
You would never leave.
You would never leave my side.
'Cause two lonely hearts.
Come together as one.
In the middle of town.
In the middle of the town.
'Cause two lonely hearts.
Come together as one.
In the middle of town.
In the middle of the town..
Love Song-Ballad By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1987,2009..
ALL rights reserved..
poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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Century City
Sometimes I wanna leave you
Sometimes I wanna go
Right back where I came from
Back where I belong
But it never lasts for too long
Always goes away
Well I s till dont look for reasons
Thats much too hard these days
Why worry about the rain?
Why worry about the problem?
Honey century citys got everything covered
Well your mama gave you lovin
Mama held you near
Baby mam a cant do nothin
Honey mama just aint here
And you can pretend all you want to
But that wont work no more
No you cant run back to daddy
Yeah you tried that once before
Why worry about your father?
Why worry about your mother?
Honey century citys got everything covered
Were gonna live in century city
Go ahead and give in, century city
Like modern men, modern girls
Were gonna live in the modern world
Were gonna live in century city
Go ahead and give in, century city
Like modern men, modern girls
Were gonna live in the modern world
Sometimes I get discouraged
Sometimes I feel so down
Sometimes I get so worried
But I dont know what about
But it w orks out in the long run
Always goes away
And Ive come now to accept it
As a reoccurring phase
Dont worry about the rain
Dont worry about the problem
Honey century citys got everything covered
Were gonna live in century city
Were gonna live in century city
Were gonna live in century city
Were gonna live in century city
song performed by by Tom Petty
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A Glimmer Of Hope
Like any life you began at conception:
you never asked to be here;
two lives met, love sparked,
passion exploded, you made.
At an early age you fell in love with the pages.
People said you were destined for greatness.
But as life would have it,
you tried but now you are dying,
even though greatness beckons, come.
We saw how you gripped the curtain,
while taking your last look at the garden.
Your countenance glowed,
as if some mysterious being
showed you a sign of hope.
Friends that visited the hospice
said you were not a religious man;
but we knew you saw something
or someone through the window pane.
poem by Buxton Shippy
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Looking For Love On Broadway
Need a reason to be here
Hoping to find it tonight
Walking alone on broadway
Watching the people
Watching the town go down
Broadways a river to me
Fat fish in the big city sea
Taxi cabs, limousines, submarines
Got my mind on a sweet dream
Keeping an eye on this street scene
cause Im open for love
In the middle of town tonight
Had my fill of self-pity
I brought all my blues to the city
Guess Im pressing my lucky
In the middle of town tonight
See me waiting on you to smile back on me
Child
It looks like tomorrow
It seems like the end of a dream
Dawning on me on broadway
In the morning light its a dream
And Im just a fool
Looking for love on broadway
song performed by by James Taylor
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You Can't Die When Or If You Want
You can’t have a planned death unless you are a dog or a cat,
Death with dignity is out of the question at your final bat,
Because our politicians and priests wont accept this notion,
They’re busy doing religious and political promotion.
But eventually each and every last one of us will die,
Unfortunately we don’t know how, when, where or even why,
But we could if they allowed legal death with dignity,
And allowed doctor assisted suicide indefinitely.
Your most important moment is when you exit from this life,
Good if you could arrange when, where and how with no strife,
Call all your friends and family around for one last time,
Unfortunately, you can’t do it now because it’s a crime.
Jan 13th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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What Do You Think We'd Hear?
what if...
for just one day
we laid down our national boundaries,
our racial, religious, and political differences...
and just for that one day,
each of us had to wear a sign that said:
'please forgive me, i've already forgiven you! '
and we just listened...
what do you think we'd hear?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Reason For Speech
Homo-sapiens aspiring humans
have always sought to imbue
to worship honour appease
conceived our God conceptions
through embellished words.
Since first ritually
we group grunted
guttural forth
our first few animated
formulated syllables.
Theme forced voiced dramatically
our first vocal thematic
interchanges with God
culminating in constructing
Tower of theological Babel.
Precursor to noisy
ancients ascending to twentieth century
religious confusion
expressing volatile judicial
dominion denominational intolerance.
Precursor to noisy individualistic
twentieth century systematic
interchanges. Religious confusion reflecting
expressing volatile racist non-cleansing
judicial denominational prejudice.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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