Coping With Bad Luck
Diligence created me of latter days,
Years of changeless time were always.
Gods fed the spirit of our liking,
Keeping hatred and antagonism but coping.
Bad luck and disintegrated food
Cured our ills like fortune too argued.
We have attitude, and the altitude of ghouls,
Fancy why they skilfully become fuels
For the fire and menace, the fences
Are like walls and the flame flourishes.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Ghouls
Gods of proud ghouls,
Not the deity I care of
Is that holy mauve,
Colours that do tools.
God-like has an extra-special liking
For intelligence and proud ghouls;
It may collect any number of fools
And master them with lustful abandoning.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Ghouls Night Out
This is the ghouls night out
Suffer unto me
Devils born in angels arms
Ghouls in heavens fall
This is the ghouls night out
All ghouls go to hell
Humans held on eating flesh
Its my destiny
Ghouls ghouls ghouls night out
Ghouls ghouls ghouls night out
Ghouls ghouls
Ghouls ghouls destiny
Hell is where you want to be
I feel the hell on you and me
I feel it every day
Hell is where you want to be
I feel the hell on you and me
It never goes away
Ghouls ghouls ghouls night out
This is the ghouls night out
Suffer unto me
Devils born in angels arms
Ghouls in heaven fall
This is the ghouls night out
All ghouls go to hell
Humans held on eating flesh
Its my destiny
Ghouls ghouls ghouls night out
Ghouls ghouls ghouls night out
Ghouls ghouls
Ghouls ghouls destiny
Ghouls ghouls ghouls night out
Ghouls ghouls ghouls night out
Ghouls ghouls
Ghouls ghouls
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A great fortune depends on luck, a small one on diligence.
A Lamp In Us!
The small lamp commenced to burn,
When two bodies united as one,
From the day one until the day yet to know,
The lamp burns slowly in the spirit of ions.
Keeping the lamp safe from rough climes,
Protecting the yarn from the heavy dye,
Nourishing the lamp with fuels approved,
The lamp may burn quietly as expected.
we let it burn with bigger flame,
By adding steroidal fuels and nocturnal fun,
we let the motor to run in higher speed,
by pressing the temptation to accelerate.
The lamp may start to play snake and ladder,
By climbing up and down at the dice of illnesses,
Sometimes gets overheated to jam up the motor,
Hold your lamp lovingly for it to glow pleasantly.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The Monotony Of A Vicious Circle
when you run in a circle
you arrive at nowhere
you pass by the same
lane over and over again
so to kill this monotony
you build your own set of
fences and walls with the
end that even if you pass
on the same lane over and
over again somehow the
walls may create the
illusion of a border the fence
an illusion of height so
that you may then claim
that you have hurdled an
obstruction passed a
hard test survived a
certain difficult trial
which you have
freely created yourself
you think you can
deceive the circle?
sorry but
this circle will always
remain as a circle even
if the walls reach the heavens
even if the fences shut you
away from the neighbors
who live on the same
lane with you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fortune Is Greater
Fortune has a blessing of greater magnitude,
The beauty of luck sustains itself with altitude.
My forms of knowledge guarantee success,
But fortune is the man of greater address.
My luckiness is kept, forming an unique bond,
With all of life and loneliness, and beyond.
The secret of happiness is used by only some,
Let fortunate blessings arrive with amateurism.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Feed Them!
Plenty of fertile land,
In every host and guest,
Plenty of much needed grains,
In every other country,
We have enough food to feed,
But People are hungry.
One billion in total,
Seven tenth of them in Asia,
People have no money,
People have no man created money,
They sleep in hungry,
People have no mint created coins,
To buy the food to evade pain,
To fill their acidic stomach,
Every six person on earth,
One person is skeletal,
With haunted look,
One hundredth of them,
In the developed world,
shame on the hypocrites,
who hold back and destroy the food.
Gods of human, Feed them.
Gods of heaven, Feed them.
Gods of hell, Feed them.
Singular God of the desert,
Please feed them.
with the food to the poor
and the knowledge to the ignorant,
who are recalcitrant in nature,
selling the Gods to human.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Nothing feebler than a man does the earth raise up, of all the things which breathe and move on the earth, for he believes that he will never suffer evil in the future, as long as the gods give him success and he flourishes in his strength; but when the blessed gods bring sorrows too to pass, even these he bears, against his will, with steadfast spirit, for the thoughts of earthly men are like the day which the father of gods and men brings upon them.
Fortunes Faded
They say at chess you've got to kill the queen
And then you've made it
Do you?
A funny thing, a king that gets himself
Assassinated
Hey now, every time I loose
Attitude
You took the town by storm
Now the mess you made is nominated
Do you?
Now put away your welcome,
Soon you'll find you've overstayed it
Hey now, every time I loose
Attitude
So divine, hell of an elevator,
All the while, my fortune faded,
Never mind the consequences of my
Crime this time, my fortune faded
To medicate this state of mind,
You'll find is overrated
Do you?
You saw it all come down and now
Its time to imitate it
Hey now, every time I loose
Attitude
So divine, hell of an elevator,
All the while, my fortune faded,
Nevermind the consequences of my
Crime this time, my fortune faded
Come on God, do I seem bulletproof?
So divine, hell of an elevator,
All the while, my fortune faded,
Nevermind the consequences of my
Crime this time, my fortune faded
So divine, hell of an elevator,
All the while, my fortune faded,
Nevermind the consequences of my
Crime this time, my fortune faded
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Fancy
Fancy is a precious feeling,
One that skilfully plays with the sentence
Of social intelligence, that life is jostled with
And you must bury your head in it so that
The head is coated with living intellect.
Reason has occupied my mind
As every fancy has been obliterated
For the better, and not for the worse.
Do you interact on space and time
Like a maniac does a football pitch?
Fancy having players of sport with skills like us,
So then somehow talking is for us with them
And we can then learn sport.
I fancy the intelligence of sport.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Bump 'em
Bump 'em,
The ones unbelieving.
Just bump 'em...
To the curb and street.
Just bump 'em...
No need to be keeping them,
Around to corrupt your fortune.
Or any sign of luck you've got lapped up!
Just bump e'm,
The ones unbelieving.
Just bump 'em...
To the curb and street.
Just bump 'em...
No need to be keeping them,
Around to corrupt your fortune.
Or any sign of luck you've got lapped up!
Just bump 'em...
No need to be keeping them,
Around to corrupt your fortune.
Or any sign of luck you've got lapped up!
Just bump 'em.
To the curb and street.
Just bump 'em...
No need to be keeping them,
Around to corrupt your fortune.
Or any sign of luck you've got lapped up!
Just bump 'em!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Always Find Him
Kick the habits over hatred forming,
Forty years can aid forcing this habit,
Like the animal training its load
While carrying it, solid, incessant attitude;
We are in no sin but sparks and electric flame.
It so hates a life hunted excellently, famously,
God has a prize from you.
To keep existence, not standards of excellence only
Is a far grander achievement when loathed by some.
Ordinary people cause us to marry munches to chewing
Defending the weak and needy with their own food.
We are erasing society on the grounds of habit,
Always distance find him.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Skills Taken
Gods are with the anger of good men,
They skilfully play with the soul
So men do resist when played upon.
But choosing the jobs we commit
Lets water and food,
Collects credits and deeds of good
For the gods who make us resist.
There is courage where anger rests,
Innocent strength married with wisdom
Is the source of polite bravery
That skills are generated.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Don't Light The Fire
I'm trying not to get mad
Mama says anger on fuels ignorance
Don't light the fire she says
But I've never been so tired
Got enough problems
Shouldn't even have to deal with this
Mama says anger only feuls ignorance
Don't light the fire she says
Jumping hurdles
Climbimg mountains
Delegating
Demonstrating
But mama says anger only fuels ignorance
Don't light the fire
Close to the wire
Every minute i tire even more
Keep pushing
Keep pulling
Til I get to the door
Anger only only fuels ignorance
not sure if i can hold it much more.
poem by Kendra Evans
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Fortunate Love
Fortune loved its devouring,
Forever the rush of heaven,
Inside this is hatred of a kind
I want to describe in the end.
For luck is a crime on nature,
And it created mines of gold
That is the complexion of youth,
Of lovely need to indulge and decipher.
Fortunate may be the ruling
Of a man who is head of the family.
Loved he is, loved his head is.
poem by Naveed Akram
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all That Fancy Food
'ALL THAT FANCY FOOD'
After all that fancy food at Christmas in the past,
Turkey stuffing Xmas pud things that do not last
Full brekkies in the morning, snacks again at noon
Eating and drinking all day long until we see the moon
Now really what I fancy now festive time is gone,
Is plain food so English to peg me back to norm
Good old Egg and chips will get me back to form.
Dave Bennett
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Flight Fades
Fade into non-existence, your eyes,
They perceive the redness of lies.
This is licking the lumps of food
On the plate we have dined and argued.
Food carries an attitude to be assessed,
Especially by flyers and drivers addressed.
The fading of the flight is a path,
Into the air is the triumph of an aftermath.
Fading is strict, fading will constrict
The muscles of the arm and leg of an addict.
He flew due to terror and vanquished
Along the highway, where he was accomplished.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Yes Yes
when God created love he didn't help most
when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
when God created me He created me
when God created the monkey He was asleep
when He created the giraffe He was drunk
when He created narcotics He was high
and when He created suicide He was low
when He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountians and the sea and fire at the same time
He made some mistakes
but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe.
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poem by Charles Bukowski
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Visible Attitude
Make it habit and visible attitude
That may take you to the top of the altitude
Be kind and never be rude
Don’t wait for any prelude
Don’t be influenced by dirt around
Keep your self above and sound
Respond to whatever is true
Make it felt sensibly too
You will be well received
Never lead to believe or deceived
Millions of ways to find joy
Employ each method to enjoy
Life is indeed good
Joy provides nourishment and food
Don’t become heartless like wood
Leave no stone unturned and firmly stood
What makes men and woman vulnerable?
Their indifferent attitude inviting troubles
Make enemy a formidable foe
And friends offering more woes
So it is time to judge
Act with firmness and not budge
Deliver what is intended
And make it known as if not pretended
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Have A Baptism
God’s truth will out and must be preached
Till earth’s four corners have been reached
“My Ghost and Flame shall be outpoured –Joel.2: 28
Receive my child”, thus says The Lord
The bible’s here for man to read
God welcomes all to on Christ to feed –Jn.6: 51
Throughout the flock He spreads The Flame –Lk.12: 50
To guide to heal purge of shame
God’s word is meat to babies tough
Water baptism’s not enough
If endless life is man’s desire
He must receive God’s Ghost & Fire –Jn.3: 6
The Fire of Christ refines till pure
Consumes our ills none else can cure –Heb.12: 29
Burning the chaff midst Jesus’ wheat –Mt.3: 12
Bringing the foe beneath our feet
By grace God’s Holy Ghost is here
Spirit & Flame have none to fear
When safe and sound in Jesus’ hand
The truth we truly understand
God’s Fire burns deep cleansing the heart
Consuming dross from every part
Salvation comes the truth to give
When through The Flame again we’ll live –Gen.3: 24
God’s Fire brings death upon its knees
Who holds the truth receives the keys
Eternal life body and soul
For those in Christ The Flame’s made whole
We need The Fire to win life’s race
But pure of heart will see God’s face
One thing in Christ we need the most
Fire baptism with His Holy Ghost…
poem by Michael P. Johnson
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