One Knows
One knows one can repel
The forces of evil with cannons
After the view is taken by some.
The views expressed occur for us,
At the beginning of wars we fought,
Yesterday was a year, festivals came.
At the top of certain relics
Is a view around, the full one,
The panoramic compulsion of years,
A fully forming enigma of certainty.
Empires are theories so bold,
One is repulsed by their longing.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Fun of September!
End of summer
And beginning of winter
Is September!
Sand melting heat
And sand wetting rain
Occur in September!
Full grown fruits
And fully blossomed flowers
You see in September!
Heat in the morning
And rain in evening and night
Town gets in September!
Summer holiday ends
And all festivals begin now on
From September on!
September begins
Fast pace of the year ever
With all festivals!
They being Ganesh Chadurthi,
Navrathri, Diwali, Christmas,
New Year and Pongal are...!
Time moves fast
As no boredom ever shows
Head from September!
Fun of September
Starts Autumn, Rain and Winter
All in one....!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Donkey is a beauty
You said that the donkey
Is an object of beauty.
The whole establishment
Might be against that view.
The whole beauticians
Might rise against you with rage.
You might not be adept
In valid arguments.
Yet you are right in your view
With a right to hold your view.
Atheists are as much right
As theists are in their views.
They propagate their views
For supports and applauses.
Donkeys have takers.
Horses have takers.
Neither is superior.
16.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Kentish Barns New Years Day
This winter scene the misted view
The hedgerow bramble filled
Reveals a distant view of yesterday.
These Kentish barns shrouded
The fog and mist create magic
Transform the view into mystery
That resonates with all that is to come
For this year is new, the pages clean
Who knows what lies ahead?
What mystery waits to be revealed?
For now the day is fog bound
As is the future, not yet begun.
poem by James Tipp
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Lives In The Balance
Ive been waiting for something to happen
For a week or a month or a year
With the blood in the ink of the headlines
And the sound of the crowd in my ear
You might ask what it takes to remember
When you know that youve seen it before
Where a government lies to a people
And a country is drifting to war
And theres a shadow on the faces
Of the men who send the guns
To the wars that are fought in places
Where their business interest runs
On the radio talk shows and the t.v.
You hear one thing again and again
How the u.s.a. stands for freedom
And we come to the aid of a friend
But who are the ones that we call our friends--
These governments killing their own?
Or the people who finally cant take any more
And they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone
There are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire
Theres a shadow on the faces
Of the men who fan the flames
Of the wars that are fought in places
Where we cant even say the names
They sell us the president the same way
They sell us our clothes and our cars
They sell us every thing from youth to religion
The same time they sell us our wars
I want to know who the men in the shadows are
I want to hear somebody asking them why
They can be counted on to tell us who our enemies are
But theyre never the ones to fight or to die
And there are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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Rememberance Day
On remembrance day we honour all
Each gave their best enduring call
God bless each one for being there
All our service men did their share.
Soldiers young and soldiers old
Fought the war brave and bold
They fought in Air, Land and Sea
If not for them where would we be.
Some lived while others died
As they fought side by side
They fought many a day and night
Their mission sure their spirits bright.
The loved ones bore the greatest pain
So many thoughts will never wane
We're proud of all the forces who
Fought for the Red, White and Blue.
We'll never let their special day
Their time of honour slip away
Though we may not know each name
We thank all the forces just the same.
'Wrote for November 11 th'
poem by Hazel Connelly
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View From A Bridge
Written by ricky & marty wilde
View from a bridge, cant take anymore
View from a bridge, cant take anymore
I guess it all began about a year ago
Like a cheap love magazine
You know the kind you read about
And have to laugh
At the pages in between
Now I cant believe that fool inside is me
cos I just cant face the world
Ive grown to see
View from a bridge, cant take anymore
View from a bridge, cant take anymore
I saw you kissing her
I saw you making her
In the soft sheets in between
But when you turned around
I saw your eyes were fire
And you crashed out all my dreams
And like a fool I just stood there
And let it go
I should have fought right back
And let my feelings show
View from a bridge, cant take anymore
View from a bridge, cant take anymore
You sure as hell knew how
To make a fool out of me
Well you cut me down
For the things you want
And now its killing me
Ill lay it on the line now
Youre running out of time now
But then a voice said jump
And I just let go
And Im floating out in space
But then I feel your arms
And I turn around
To a ghost without a face
And I just dont know
Whats fact or fantasy
cos when I look below the bridge
I see its me
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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Good And Evil
I shall speak of the good but not the evil within you.
For what is evil but good tortured by hunger and thirst?
In truth when good is hungry it seeks food in dark places,
And when thirsty truth drinks from dead water.
Goodness comes when you are one with yourself.
Yet when you are not at one with yourself you are not evil.
A house divided is not a den of thieves; it’s only a divided house.
You are good when you strive to give the best of yourself;
Yet you are not evil when you seek personal gain.
When you strive for gain you are like a root,
Seeking growth whilst clinging to the Earth.
You are good when you are fully awake in your speech.
Yet you are not evil when you sleep and babble without purpose.
You are good when you walk to your goal firmly with bold steps;
Yet you are not evil when you go forth limping,
For even while staggering and limping you move forward.
You are good in countless ways, yet are not evil when you are not good;
You are only lazy and loitering.
In your longing for “My Higher Self” lies your goodness.
This inherent and “God Given” longing is in everyone.
poem by Ray Lucero
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Commits To The Giving Of It
How can one not love another,
Who commits to the giving of it...
Unconditionally?
And the last thing anyone should do,
Is to get upset...
By a point of view expressed.
Especially if that point of view,
Is shared between someone loved.
And doing it to communicate too.
Too many people share relationships,
To become angry over nothing quick.
Just to begin an unending argument.
Too many people become easily offended,
When something different that is mentioned...
Causes one not to listen and refuses to pay attention.
And the last thing anyone should do,
Is to get upset...
By a point of view expressed.
How can one not love another,
Who commits to the giving of it...
Unconditionally as true love is meant to be.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Superior Psychology Taught In Ancient Greece
view arrogance
of 19th 20th century
new psychology
psychologists
thinking themselves
inventers of wheels
clever Ancient Greeks
knew better how to treat
an ill audience in mass
enthrall with moral enemas
enigma in dramatic insight
morality in staged lessons
acts through drama comedy tragedy
plays staged to heal amoral social ills
of Greek then contemporary society
acts as a celebrated community event
no individual shrink ego unfavourable
no dread social attached connotations
in free city state attend citizens
poor enter free are community paid for
all receive social entertainment
enlightenment received together for stability
of an entire Athenian city populace community
for yearly harmony of city state prosperity
an educated city state populace harmony
through 2 festival seasonal performances yearly
3 comedy 1 tragic plays each festival day
superior social psychology
in classical Greek cities taught
Dionysia and Lenaea festivals
late spring beginning winter festivals
business stopped freed are prisoners
in order to fully celebrate participate
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in September 2010 on the 17.9.2010.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Time For Peace
Oh, Manhattan!
How exciting and magical you were yesterday!
With your tall, magnificent buildings,
Far from this catastrophic view -
Great pain, destruction, and all dark smoke
In today's morning so grey!
Innocent people lie around You now.
Their cries keep being heard, though.
They have left an urgent message
For all of us to be humble and wise
And to let solidarity fully grow.
Thousands of hearts riven by grief
Spending their days in distress
Just longing for a time
Bringing all the world nothing better than Peace!
poem by Maria C. Costa
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Still The Stranger
Yesterday you were a smoke,
The wisps of clouds on your face
Barred my view of you.
I was fool enough to think
I could penetrate your layers.
Yesterday you were an unread book,
The cover on the hidden words
Barred my view of you.
I was knave enough to think
I could read you out to the end.
Today you are still the stranger
With a stranger that’s me!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Introspection
If something said
Upsets.
And there is a need within to object.
Perhaps introspection,
Will bring about a connection...
That one sat upon with neglect.
Because it is not your point of view,
That a thought expressed is shared.
Why was it stated to bait debate...
If an opinion was not there to declare?
It did not appear in the air,
Simply from nowhere!
A beginning is what it is...
And just to end it is not fair!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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But again, you know, the views that we've expressed are transferring power back from the federal government to the states, giving Alaska an incredible opportunity to expand its economy, especially at a time when our federal government is coming close to bankruptcy.So that is a broad-based appeal. It's not an extreme view.
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I Pray To Have Your Memory Linger
What we had yesterday...
From me,
Just will not go away.
I would get up at dawn,
And think about you.
I would sit to witness the Sunset.
Until from the horizon,
It was gone from view.
What we had yesterday...
From me,
Just will not go away.
Each face I'd see smiling...
I'd see you smiling too!
Each couple I'd see holding hands as they walked...
I'd remember your voice,
With a wish to hear you again to me talk.
I would get up at dawn,
And think about you.
I would sit to witness the Sunset.
Until from the horizon,
It was gone from view.
What we had yesterday...
From me,
Just will not go away.
Even today,
I pray to have your memory linger.
Even today,
I pray the thought of you...
Never goes away!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tolerance.
If you ask me politely
Invariably I will comply
But if you try to compel me
then your demand I will deny.
As I have every right to do
You have your views and I have mine
and they are most unlikely to be
close enough so they combine.
Into a view we both agree
I’m tolerant and you are not
You see my views as heresy.
Which does nor really help a lot.
Some see your views as bigotry
and who am I to disagree.
Wednesday,13 January 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Eve Of Christmas
Gazing from picture window of my still home,
Summers pleasant panoramic view now gone,
Powered with whitish of snow a view serene,
Holly berries silhouetted by leaves of green,
In the street horse drawn sleigh ring and clang,
From dripping roof icicles now clingingly hang,
The gentle breeze builds drifts of powder snow,
Playful youth make snow angels; quite a show,
All over every thing outside wears a white lace,
Dusk comes with inside warmth from fireplace,
In the quiet stillness of the full moon lit night,
The glistening snowy white; a delightful sight,
My mind’s eye drifts and turns back the clock,
Catching visions of shepherds tending a flock,
As angles come into view to declare and sing,
News filled with peace and joy they did bring,
The Messiah coming as a babe by virgin birth,
As the King of all that I am coming to the earth,
As a sacrificial lamb to die, Yet all is not dim,
His Kingdom will be here when He comes again!
poem by Joseph Blitch
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I never do a full outline, and if I did, I would not feel bound to it, because the view from inside a scene can be different from the view outside it. But neither do I just start writing and see what happens; I am far more disciplined than that.
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Out There.
Out there; at the edge of atmosphere
Flies a thought, nearly burning blue,
How long shall this sky keep falling
Until the wind blows true -
What lands of wonder
In realms unseen,
Shall explode into view
When reality becomes the final dream -
Glimmering stars are truly bubbles of new forming life
About to burst,
When at long last stripped
From the bonds of living in a curse -
The dream no longer bound
By worldly compulsion and care,
Shall go on forever living-free,
When turned loose to live... somewhere way out there.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Disagreement
With you, I do not always agree
Because I am not your ‘mini-me.'
Over the years, I have grown
And now have opinions of my own.
It must be a big shock when you find
I'm capable of making up my own mind.
From the things you say, I can tell,
That you think you know me very well.
You often say ‘I think this, don't you? '
But often I hold a very different view;
I do not mean to disagree,
But I am not you: I am me.
I do not mean to be a right pain,
But you and I are not the same.
It is all very well keeping the peace,
But, my own views, I like to release.
Sometimes I agree for a quiet life:
Not wanting to cause trouble or strife;
But it is hard to agree all of the time
When the views you hold are not mine.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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New Zealand’s Great Alpine Fault Spring Loaded
historical patterns of past earthquakes
current research on great alpine fault
indicate alpine fault is ready to rupture
294 years since last great earthquake
current pressures in tectonic plates
make it probable cue next earthquake
will occur in present next six years
probabilities tell us how unsurprised
prepared shall be when it happens
further look further into distant future
view how less likely this earthquake becomes
because it is most likely to occur now!
for more than 400 years
between pressure ruptures
half the time it may go
but scary longer it goes
without due rupture
bigger quake must be
worse are quake consequences
expect New Zealand be prepared now
for major shake in Queenstown
Wanaka through parts of Central Otago
poem by Terence George Craddock
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