My Bayonet
The end to danger is near,
I just am indignant about the bandolier.
I have my bayonet, to stab and kill,
Vietnam was a time of the bill.
My bayonet has air to lighten the load
Of a fellow foe, and then his abode.
The anode to this little telling
Is a positive tool to make a negative tool
Be vanquished, explored and smelling.
The wounds of heaven are like a fool,
But why do soldiers play so hard?
Bravery is rebellious near a shard.
poem by Naveed Akram
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How Solemn As One By One
HOW solemn, as one by one,
As the ranks returning, all worn and sweaty--as the men file by where
I stand;
As the faces, the masks appear--as I glance at the faces, studying
the masks;
(As I glance upward out of this page, studying you, dear friend,
whoever you are;)
How solemn the thought of my whispering soul, to each in the ranks,
and to you;
I see behind each mask, that wonder, a kindred soul;
O the bullet could never kill what you really are, dear friend,
Nor the bayonet stab what you really are:
... The soul! yourself I see, great as any, good as the best,
Waiting, secure and content, which the bullet could never kill,
Nor the bayonet stab, O friend! 10
poem by Walt Whitman
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Invisible Tool
I love my invisible tool,
It shapeshifts into many forms and its damn cool,
It follows me everywhere i go,
if anyone asks a trade for it, i'll say 'no, '
I am lucky i used it in the graduation mass,
And hell yes, it saved my ass.
My invisible tool is so damn invisible,
it is no doubt the most invincible!
I believe everyone has their own invisible tool,
and each of us can only feel our own tool,
As for me, my invisible tool is my cour,
I am so happy i wanted to buy a whore!
poem by Greggi Leano
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Pinball Cha Cha
Welcome
In lucys bar
Hey you gentlemen over there
Come on closer
See me play
The sensational game
Its the only thing Ive got in my life
And I play it every day
And, well, believe it or not,
Its just... pinball
And for me its
Claro que si
Claro que si
Come, come close to me
I tell you man you will see
Im like happy tree
Come close and then you will see
Every ball for mes another game
For you this always looks the same
Every ball for mes another game
For you this always looks the same
Hey you, man you watch me
Might be right I am a fool
But man why dont you tell me
If you know a better tool
All the gates are lit
This is very good for me
Its like a kiss
Watch out man and you will see
Now all lights are on
Believe me man that I have won
I know for you this doesnt look a lot
For me this is the only thing I got
I really couldnt care less
If you take me a for a fool
I know you couldnt show me
Any better tool
Oy oy oy
I like my toy
Claro que si
Is yes for sure
Oy oy oy
I like my toy
A knack inside
I win another game
I press the button and its not the same
song performed by by Yello
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Pinball Cha Cha
Welcome
In lucys bar
Hey you gentlemen over there
Come on closer
See me play
The sensational game
Its the only thing Ive got in my life
And I play it every day
And, well, believe it or not,
Its just... pinball
And for me its
Claro que si
Claro que si
Come, come close to me
I tell you man you will see
Im like happy tree
Come close and then you will see
Every ball for mes another game
For you this always looks the same
Every ball for mes another game
For you this always looks the same
Hey you, man you watch me
Might be right I am a fool
But man why dont you tell me
If you know a better tool
All the gates are lit
This is very good for me
Its like a kiss
Watch out man and you will see
Now all lights are on
Believe me man that I have won
I know for you this doesnt look a lot
For me this is the only thing I got
I really couldnt care less
If you take me a for a fool
I know you couldnt show me
Any better tool
Oy oy oy
I like my toy
Claro que si
Is yes for sure
Oy oy oy
I like my toy
A knack inside
I win another game
I press the button and its not the same
song performed by by Yello
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Peace And War
58,000 americans died in the vietnam war
our soldiers being sent to far distant shores.
war is not the key to our salvation
let peace reign throughout every nation.
how much more tragedies must we see
before we try to save humanity.
don't you think we have enough disasters
without wars taken lives even faster.
we are now in the middle east
in a country where we are detested
in this country that is terrorist infested.
who do not care who they kill
and they say that it's allas will.
i do not believe that any god
can be so cruel
to use terrorist as a deadly tool.
so let us stop this fighting i pray
that peace will reign from this day.
it must spread throughout the world
for all to see, that this is the way
life is meant to be.
poem by Louis Rams
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Bravery defined
What is bravery?
To hunt a tiger,
To win a battle,
To kill an enemy
Or to face a danger?
The bravery is
To confess the truth,
To repent for the sin,
To accept the ignorance
And to reap punishment.
The bravery is
To win within
And not to win without.
03.07.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Power and life... By ajreeves wooo 13 last week
fallen power will kill us all,
greed,
destruction,
will make us fall,
why does no-one see fit to see,
relentless of personality,
that whereever there is a soul out there,
we where made!
made to care!
Money was not given to rule!
niether was war, war was a tool!
war was a tool of greed and doom!
forever incripted and elapsed in gloom!
we where made! As luck may have it!
to be as one and always show it!
give our love to those need!
need more than us and we need to feed!
give light to those who drown in sorrow!
and always sleep ready for tomorow!
poem by Ashley Reeves
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Modern Day Hobo
i've been walking this old road
for too damned long.
i know every turn,
and every sign.
i've fallen, got back up,
i know every puddle, every stone.
i've searched every alley,
i've paid the cost by time.
a modern day hobo,
a drifter, a singer, and a fool.
a friend to the end,
a crutch and a tool.
my wings are dirty,
and my heart paid the debt.
the feeling you remember,
i'm the face you forget...
i've climbed your mountains,
i've crossed your rivers.
fought your battles,
i've lost your wars.
i've been a user and a taker,
a healer and a giver.
the bandage on your wounds,
the key to your door.
a modern day hobo,
a drifter, a singer, and a fool.
a friend to the end,
a crutch and a tool.
my wings are dirty,
my heart paid the debt.
i'm the feeling you remember,
the face you forget...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I think my imagination dictates the technologies I use. But at the same time, my imagination can be technologic. Sometimes I see a tool and I know immediately how to use it, but most of the time I use the tool for an idea I already have.
quote by Michel Gondry
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Debt is such a powerful tool, it is such a useful tool, it's much better than colonialism ever was because you can keep control without having an army, without having a whole administration.
quote by Susan George
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Back in those days intimidation was the greatest tool the drill instructor had. Without that tool, he would not have had control.
quote by R. Lee Ermey
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The Objection To Being Stepped On
At the end of the row
I stepped on the toe
Of an unemployed hoe.
It rose in offense
And struck me a blow
In the seat of my sense.
It wasn't to blame
But I called it a name.
And I must say it dealt
Me a blow that I felt
Like a malice prepense.
You may call me a fool,
But was there a rule
The weapon should be
Turned into a tool?
And what do we see?
The first tool I step on
Turned into a weapon.
poem by Robert Frost
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Life Is Like A Number Line
Life Is Like a number Line,
Between negative infinity to positive infinity,
At the middle have that zero,
All are finite numbers,
Zero stands for nothing,
Infinity for everything,
But zero is some how useful,
When it is with numbers on proper side,
Infinity is useless as it engulf all!
Numbers are special on their own,
Some are positives, have mirror images in negatives,
May be integers or fractions,
May be rational or irrational,
Some are real and some are imaginary,
These make number of life complex,
Polynomaials with complex roots,
Or with complex coefficients,
If we take them on XY plane, they act and interact with one another,
Some make us laugh, as we find the answer,
Some brings us to sober, as they remain as mystery!
But life Is not to dimensional,
Multi dimensional it is,
So multidimensional space of life make it wonderful,
A wonder out of reach of all!
But modular sets can draw some with some similarities
If you want to become mathematician,
Learn to play with them, bearing all headache they cause!
Otherwise either multiply all numbers by zero,
And yourself too, become zero,
Or merge all in infinity to wash your dirty hands,
If you want to know what is life,
Become a mathematician to play with numbers,
Life Is nothing but interaction of real with real or real with imaginary, positive with positive,
Negative with negative,
Or positive with negative,
Rational with rational,
irrational with irrational, most of time a rational with irrational,
But noone is perfect like zero among finite,
And no one can't say anything about the infinite!
The Soul is that space on which all numbers play according to the karma and thoughts!
Oops this interactions of numbers is life!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Art of Label
From unknown brand, to popular demand
From positive thinking, to negative connotation
From taboo talk, to receptive secret
Label is a name the world calls
Could be the hero, could be the monster
Could be the criminal, could be the coward
The value of meaning, the price of nothing
Label is the role in our play
In the cover, in the collar
In the street, in the store
In people’s judge, in your heart
Label is glued in every action
The mark of past, the seal of memory
The level of pride, the tool of impression
The trapping image, the damn prejudice
Label is never everything you are
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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I was teaching in one of the universities while the country was suffering from a severe famine. People were dying of hunger, and I felt very helpless. As an economist, I had no tool in my tool box to fix that kind of situation.
quote by Muhammad Yunus
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Game is
Positive thought
Positive action
Do not serve
without negative
connection.
You are positive
You are negative
I am neutral
Who is there
I cannot say
I am not liberal
I cannot say
Game is not final.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Dublin At Dawn
IN the chill grey summer dawn-light
We pass through the empty streets;
The rattling wheels are all silent;
No friend his fellow greets.
Here and there, at the corners,
A man in a great-coat stands;
A bayonet hangs by his side, and
A rifle is in his hands.
This is a conquered city;
It speaks of war not peace;
And that's one of the English soldiers
The English call 'police.'
You see, at the present moment
That noble country of mine
Is boiling with indignation
At the memory of a 'crime.'
In a path of the Phoenix Park where
The children romped and ran,
An Irish Ruffian met his doom,
And an English Gentleman.
For a hundred and over a hundred
Years on the country side
Men and women and children
Have slaved and starved and died,
That those who slaved and starved them
Might spend their earnings then,
And the Irish Ruffians have a 'good time,'
And the English Gentlemen.
For a hundred and over a hundred
Years, that Christian land
Has read its Bible and looked at all this,
And lifted nor foot nor hand.
But still at the present moment
This noble country of mine
Is boiling with indignation
At the memory of this 'crime.'
For the Irish Ruffians (they tell me,
And it looks as if 'twere true)
And the English Gentlemen are so scarce,
We must wildly avenge these two.
In the chill grey summer dawn-light
We pass through the empty streets;
The rattling wheels are all silent;
No friend his fellow greets.
Here and there at the corners,
A man in a great-coat stands;
A bayonet hangs by his side, and
A rifle is in his hands.
This is a conquered city;
It speaks of war not peace;
And that's one of the English soldiers
The English call 'police.'
poem by Francis William Lauderdale Adams
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A worker may be the hammer's master, but the hammer still prevails. A tool knows exactly how it is meant to be handled, while the user of the tool can only have an approximate idea.
quote by Milan Kundera
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A Tool God Uses
Who am I?
And Why,
Am I attracted...
To that which latches,
Onto my mind!
Without distractions,
To climb over obstacles.
To find what I knew!
To expose that which I know!
Who am I?
And Why?
I am a tool to use.
A vehicle driven...
That suffers and heals,
Through collisions unhidden.
And these episodes have been revealed.
Who am I?
And Why?
A tool God Uses!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Combat with Enemies
Bayonet and helmet, go may get killed
Waiting for your blood the baying battlefield
The day is hot the sun a smoky ball
Blazing guns boom bodies freely fall.
It's only might, all about power
You hope just once you could smell a flower
Loved ones are gone, home far away
You could do little, you didn't have a say.
Till you came here you wore a hero's smile
Ready to go on combat with an enemy so vile
Your courage is now pierced needled with fears
Your throat is lumpy dry, eyes fill with tears.
Bayonet and helmet, go ruin your dream
You may not come alive, chances are slim
The devils that have fired youthful imagination
Will call you martyr, you died for the nation.
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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