Claiming Danger
Never do reasons claim so many affairs?
Criminals afflict the young with dallying
And bullying,
Those criminals work hardest at the rich.
At riches struck, the clock works with ticks
To empower the rich with mighty words
And acts of the blameworthy kind.
Let madness reach the powerful aches,
In these prizes we raid the young heart,
In these levels of beauty hangs the living
Of centuries and hearts.
One might add dangerous movement,
Leaving the paper with dangers,
Left are the controversies,
Left are the aliens.
poem by Naveed Akram
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No Recidivists
No recidivists
When clever Dr Guillotine
perfected his humane machine
for executing criminals.
It was accepted straight away
as being a much better way
of executing criminals
The state made no apology
for using this technology
for executing criminals.
The product of a brilliant brain
He was convinced it caused less pain
when executing criminals.
The guillotine’s not used today
It was a most effective way
of executing criminals.
Though not regarded as P.C
I think it proved effectively
that executing criminals
Ensured they did not re-offend
Results on which we can depend
by executing criminals.
You may see this as cruelty
Some states do not as you can see.
They still execute criminals.
10-Feb-09
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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A Man of Words
To some a seeker, to others a fool.
A rich man, a winner,
a poor man, a king.
A writer, a scholar,
a criminal, a cop.
To all whose boundaries like somewhere,
a fool you are not.
A centurion of words,
a seeker of truth,
and the word man writes what he sees.
Fools prey upon the conscience of others.
Rich see to rule and conquer,
while the poor beg their way through.
Criminals steal their goals,
but a writer writes his dreams away.
Puritans seek to purify,
criminals seek to steal.
Rich men seek to be richer,
Poor men seek to survive.
Writers seek to homage,
only stories to unfold.
poem by David Harris
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Regent's Court
Regent's court
Is the court were the police brings the criminals to be sentenced
Every singe day during the week
Some criminals caused serious offences in the city
That they need to be punished by the Regent's court
Also some of the Judges will be hard on the criminals
Because they need to pay for what they done to their victims
And the crown procecutor also works with the judges at Regent's court
But the criminals have their lawyers at the court that defends the Criminals because the criminals are their clients
When the day comes for the judges at the Regent's Court to deliver The sentence for each criminal every single day they will be there At The Regent's Court every single day giving the sentence to the criminals depending on what crime they commited like assault, Domestic violence, child abuse,
Drug trafficking, manslaughter, and murder
For first degree murder is 25 years and for the second degree murder is less
poem by Aldo Kraas
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The Juvenile Offenders Act
The Juvenile Offenders Act gives soft-on-crime judges an out,
While the names of young criminals don’t get published throughout,
The statisticians do surveys that say everything is fine,
And it doesn’t matter who got off with a whole bunch of crime.
The people don’t have referendums nor required to vote,
And young criminals know they can get away with it and gloat,
The height of political correctness with lawyers by the score,
Nodding and waving as the criminals walk out the courtroom door.
Are we the only people in the world with these stupid laws?
As the judges, the lawyers and the pink socialists applause,
Where can we find a politician that really means what he says?
How do we go about getting binding referendums these days?
poem by James Bredin
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A Young Girl
She left her neighborhood in which
Everyone was filthy rich
She left her parents at home
And strayed with a bagabond
Who made vows of love she never heard
And she believed his every word
She left no forwarding address
She just took her youth and happiness
And with the boy she vanished in
The secret sweetness of their sin
[Chorus:]
A young girl
A young girl of sixteen
Child of springtime still green
Laying there by the road
He told her love-demanded space
So they roam place to place
Although she realized she sinned
She threw caution to the wind
As she followed him around
While he slowly dragged her down
So overpowering was the love
That he had made
It captured all the young girl's hearts
And soul and mine
In another words love drove her blind
[Chorus]
Too much emotion for a girl
She let her heart become her world
A world that God has never wrought
That brought us under we are taught
Had she'd been wise and she had known
She could of fed him love alone
She should've know the day would come
When he would quit her for fun
He needed fresh young meat to carve
And left her heart and mind to starve
[Chorus]
song performed by by Cher
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Much More
It is not only life and death
But much more and worth
You have nothing with you as such
Yet you can deliver much
Even though in ordinary way
But that can wipe out millions of tears away
Keep your hands ready and pray
With only words meant to say
Which of the things make you rich or poor?
Even with so much of wealth you are knocking the doors
Why so much greed for wealth and attachment?
When it is not going to help at any moment
Use only two hands for everything
Ask for mercy and pray for something
Let your passage be smooth and happy
Rush in for help even if not forthcoming or ready
You have nothing on hand still you are rich
You have everything but not within reach
See the difference between rich and without reach
What else is there to observe and foolishly preach
No one has left behind any kind of rich heritage
Even if existed then there is no worth mentioning on the page
Who may go in detail and try to understand?
When we are unable to distinguish between foe and friend
You are like dry leaf of an aging tree
With one powerful blow and you are free
Fly of from beautiful branch like crest fallen
What else can fate which is normally seen?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sonnet 37: My Mouth Doth Water
My mouth doth water, and my breast doth swell,
My tongue doth itch, my thoughts in labor be:
Listen then, lordings, with good ear to me,
For of my life I must a riddle tell.
Toward Aurora's court a nymph doth dwell,
Rich in all beauties which man's eye can see:
Beauties so far from reach of words, that we
Abase her praise, saying she doth excel:
Rich in the treasure of deserv'd renown,
Rich in the riches of a royal heart,
Rich in those gifts which give th'eternal crown;
Who though most rich in these and every part,
Which make the patents of true worldly bliss,
Hath no misfortune, but that Rich she is.
poem by Philip Sidney
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Who Is Rich?
I strive to be rich,
to travel on the roads,
of the capital cities,
in Sedan or limousine.
I work hard to be rich,
to find a lot in Beverly hills,
to buy an aircraft and
a hover to fly and float.
I work day and half night,
to be rich to others sight,
to smoke a cigar of an inch,
and a few girls to pinch.
scanty girls of Los vegas,
dress up, for a living,
trendy sad faced Indians,
walk alone for a living.
I want to be rich,
traveling as a rat,
through the holes of,
capital cities.
She wants to be rich,
He wants to be rich and
we want to be rich, but
people call us rich.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Let Us Live, My Lady, When We Are Young
Tomorrow I may die young lady,
And reduced to dust may be lost in dust:
Therefore let us live when we are young
And taste of life what it offers us:
The morrow may offer nothing to us,
It is the present that matters most
When you are young and budding like a rose.
Tomorrow this beauteous figure may fade
Time my lady shall not wait
And meanwhile youth shall pass.
Let us live, my lady, when we are young;
When my heart aches at missing your sight;
When with warmth I can clasp you in my arms;
When you are rich in your figure
When your touch sends ripples through my body
When your kiss makes life worth living,
Let us live, my lady, when we are young.
Criminals
What if all of us are criminals?
I wonder who decides that.
What gives them the right?
We all break rules.
We all break the laws.
Some of us get caught.
Some of us don't get caught.
We all could be criminals
and wouldn't even know it.
So maybe the ones who decide
are actually the criminals in disguise.
They wear the badge of honor.
And yet they'll shoot you in the back.
So they won't have to see your face.
And I know you would do the same.
Riches
Rich
are truly rich
only
when towards
love for humanity
they inch.
Riches
truly glisten
only
when in spontaneity
their mind
is very kind.
Riches
are truly fine
only
when the poor and needy
get a dime
to dine.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Illegal aliens
Some people call them refugees,
but to me they are illegal aliens.
The gates from Africa
lies wide open
and they cross illegally
during the day
and in the darkness of night.
It is a interesting thing
that they stream south
as if they can not make a living
in their own countries.
They brave the wild beasts
of the Kruger National park
and old and young
men and women and children
flock from everywhere in Africa
to a land with some prosperity.
They cross a unpatrolled
and unprotected border
by day and night.
and come on foot
and in any way
that they can.
Some employers
take them at a cut throat rate
and Nigerian criminals sell drugs
on the streets
and at street corners
foreign aliens beg,
and women sell themselves
and some foreigners
rape, steal and kill.
poem by Gert Strydom
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If I Could Change the World
If I could change the world
I would rid the world of poverty
If there was no poverty
There would be no demand for resources
If there was no demand for resources
There would be no need for war
If there was no war
We could live in a state of peace and understanding
If we could understand everyone else
I would not see any bullying or racism
If my ability to influence others grew
None would be without love
If there was an unceasing source of love
There would be no criminals
If there were no criminals
Everyone would be safe, no matter what
Oh! All the things I would do
If I could change the world
poem by Gwenevere Cornwell
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Money, Money
I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay
Ain't it sad
And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me
That's too bad
In my dreams I have a plan
If I got me a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work at all, I'd fool around and have a ball...
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world
A man like that is hard to find but I can't get him off my mind
Ain't it sad
And if he happens to be free I bet he wouldn't fancy me
That's too bad
So I must leave, I'll have to go
To Las Vegas or Monaco
And win a fortune in a game, my life will never be the same...
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world
It's a rich man's world
song performed by by ABBA
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Young, Dumb Ugly
Were dangerous dudes, we got bad attitudes
Most of our brain cells are gone
We were born to be bad, you better not make us mad
Or we just might toilet paper your lawn
We got a reputation round these parts
We only leave a ten percent tip
Sometimes we dont return our shoping carts
Stay out of our way and dont you give us no lip
cause were young... dumb and ugly
Thats what we are
Were so young... young, dumb and ugly
We wear black leather in the hottest weather
You cant imagine the smell
We got three-day stubble, our names spell trouble
T-r-u-b-e-l
Reaisin hell, bendin the rules just a little
Were livin only for thrills
We squeeze our tooothpaste tubes from the middle
And wait until the last minute to pay our telephone bills
cause were young... dumb and ugly
You better believe it
Were young... young, dumb and ugly
Ill tell you again
Were so young... young, dumb and ugly
Were comin to your town
Yeah, were young... young, dumb and ugly
Were wild, reckless men, were on a rampage again
We drive with just one hand on the wheel
Dangers in our soul, were goin out of control
Swimmin right after a big heavy meal
Were there wherever troubles starting
Were rebels without a clue
We drink milk right from the carton
And keep our library books till theyre way overdue
cause were young... dumb and ugly
Thats what we are
Were so young... young, dumb and ugly
You cant stop us
Were young... were so young, dumb and ugly
Young, dumb & ugly
Were young... were young, dumb and ugly
So ugly
Young... dumb... & ugly
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Nüremberg
How shallow it is, that in a city
where once Kaisers
on a throne did sit,
where the master painter Albrecht Dürer
aimed for the Promised Land
and the great poet Hans Sachs
spent time
to set images
to picture and rhyme,
Anti-Semitic laws were drawn up
and German war criminals
were brought to justice.
Yet the greatest criminals
never set their feet there
and left their nation
to carry their guilt instead
and most of them
now probably are dead.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Where Do We Go From Here?
The parole board it seems lets vicious criminals out of jail,
For their own special secret reasons and many hidden details,
And you're not allowed to know because not one bit of this makes sense,
Vicious killers walking free and this they say, is not nonsense.
The federal parole board releasing prisoners is the curse,
And we are the sick people in need of a political nurse,
Why can't we leave the vicious criminals in jail and lock the doors?
Who is running this show up there and who are the directors?
Is there something wrong here that we're not allowed to notice or see?
Why are all their left-wing legal aid lawyers jumping with glee?
Surely someone somewhere can stop this decent into hell,
A politician who could return us to when things went well,
DEC 5th 2010
poem by James Bredin
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The Big Big Whoredom
Come on baby turn that frown upside down
Tell me why you aint been around
What is it brings you down?
We work the hardest to be the smartest (we work)
We work the hardest to be the smartest (we work)
We work the hardest to be the smartest (we work)
We work the hardest to be the smartest (we work)
And the big big whoredom scared me
No, no, baby I aint convinced it aint so bad as you paint it
Theres plenty more heads of hair for us out there
Well strike it rich, a monster switch (monster)
Well strike it rich, a monster switch (monster)
Well strike it rich, a monster switch (monster)
Well strike it rich, a monster switch (monster)
But the big big whoredom scares me (no no it doesnt do that)
The big big whoredom scares me (no no dont be sad)
The big big whoredom scares me (please please stop it)
The big big whoredom scares me (dont dont)
The big big whoredom scares me (please)
The big big whoredom scares me (no)
The big big whoredom scares me
The big big whoredom scares me
The big big whoredom scares me
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Why For The Right Reasons
Why did you leave?
I ask why but receive no answer.
What was all the wrong reasons you left, because when you did you left a boy lonely and confused fending on only what he had, and what he has left; struggling to find himself.
So I ask again, but still no answer, for why would you leave when I needed you the most. Perhaps it was for selfish reasons, but choosing life or death we must consider which is easiest; because honestly many of us would have chosen the same. Death is easy, there is no more pain, no more hard-ache, no more troubles; Life is hard, filled with stress, head-aches on a day to day basis, its no wonder people sometimes are pushed... to the edge.
But this is not about other people, this is about you; for you taught me the dangers of the world but not all went threw. So I will ask you for a final time why did you leave? , you didn't just leave the world you left someone who needed you; ... who still does.
But because of what you taught me I hold no grudge against you, I love you, always have, always will. So now that you've been gone of course I've struggled, I've missed you, and because you left, I'm here fending for myself; lasting only so long before I'm forced to give in. But since you taught me of Him, I feel that I can last a lifetime; one of life, one with family with my sisters and brother, one due to the thanks of my wonderful mother; because what I now realize is that you never left for the wrong reasons, but because of all the right ones.
poem by Augustus Gatlin
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Why Do I Love You So?
A rhetorical question to be sure
I love you because;
My heart raced the very first time I met you
There was something strangely familiar in your eyes
A memory from some other time and place
A lightning bolt struck my heart…
My heart etched with your name forever
Our first kiss was sublime and like no other
Alas, we were too young to consummate our love
I left to make my way in life
You stayed behind to continue education
Others came and went for both of us
You with yours, I with mine
Young hearts torn apart by time and distance
Hearts aching for what was cruelly taken
Only distant memories remain;
Yet, love has granted consolation
You live in my very soul
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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