Piety
Jests of piety are uncommon,
May the children believe in the celebration.
Caution, cavalryman! The century is odd,
A morse code is caught by some abroad.
The bald man is full of holiness and piety,
Everybody sang towards a song of notoriety.
This is impiety to believe in as belief,
Still the relief of a baby is chief.
May the property of trees speak growth
And abundance, the very both.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Very few pilots even know how to read Morse code anymore. But if a pilot could read Morse code, he could tell which beacon he was approaching by the code that was flashing from it.
quote by Mike Ferguson
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Sage
Describe the scribe who wrote a page of piety,
Inside the book of holiness, in some pottery.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Teachers Are Afraid Of The Pupils
Theres too many people
Planning your downfall
When your spirits on trial
These nights can be frightening
Sleep transports sadness
To some other mid-brain
And somebody here
Will not be here next year
So you stand by the board
Full of fear and intention
And, if you think that theyre listening
Well, youve got to be joking
Oh, you understand change
And you think its essential
But when your profession
Is humiliation
Say the wrong word to our children ...
Well have you, oh yes, well have you
Lay a hand on our children
And its never too late to have you
Mucus on your collar
A nail up through the staff chair
A blade in your soap
And you cry into your pillow
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
Say the wrong word to our children ...
Well have you, oh yes, well have you
Lay a hand on our children
And its never too late to have you
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
Im very glad the spring has come
The sun shines out so bright
All the birds that are on the trees
Are singing for delight
song performed by by Morrissey
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I woke up to a lullaby
I woke up to a lullaby
The birds sang a song for me
They sang their hearts out all the while
Dancing on the maple tree
Each bird sang a different song
That melted into one
A song full of promises
For the day that’s just begun
They sang of sorrow
Of happiness and mirth
The sang of marriage
And of birth
They sang of people laughing
And of them crying
They sang of sickness
They sang of dying
This little song
They sang for me
Made me think
Made me free
This, and this alone, is Christianity, a universal holiness in every part of life, a heavenly wisdom in all our actions, not conforming to the spirit and temper of the world but turning all worldly enjoyments into means of piety and devotion to God.
quote by William Law
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The Poet's Song
I HID in the world and sang,
And I sang so loud and long
That all the ages rang
With the music of my song.
I sang of the earth and sky,
5
I sang of the whispering seas,
I sang of the mountains high,
And I sang of the flowers and trees;
I sang of the early spring,
I sang of the dawning day,
10
I sang, for I had to sing
As the young lambs have to play;
Till heaven and earth were ringing,
And all the people heard,
And they said, "We love his singing,
15
For his song is the song of the bird."
poem by Frederick George Scott
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Hymn 132
Holiness and grace.
Titus 2:10-13.
O let our lips and lives express
The holy gospel we profess;
So let our works and virtues shine,
To prove the doctrine all divine.
Thus shall we best proclaim abroad
The honors of our Savior God;
When the salvation reigns within,
And grace subdues the power of sin.
Our flesh and sense must be denied,
Passion and envy, lust and pride;
While justice, temp'rance, truth, and love,
Our inward piety approve.
Religion bears our spirits up,
While we expect that blessed hope,
The bright appearance of the Lord,
And faith stands leaning on his word.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Fear Of Death
Fear of your death guarantees life for yourself,
Dilating the years, wholesome of course.
This is not subversion nor distress, but both
Of the talents, called the genders.
To blemish this desire for life is to involve death
As the destruction of feeding habits can assert.
May your eyes speak holiness, let piety
Be the awe of your youth, and the youth be special.
Fear of this lively subject carries disgrace
For the danger of existence shall marry with everything.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The commune movement is part of a reawakening of belief in the possibilities for utopia that existed in the nineteenth century and exist again today, a belief that by creating the right social institution, human satisfaction and growth can be achieved.
quote by Rosabeth Moss Kanter
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I Have Known
I have known piety.
I have known sin.
Both have taught me
the dilemma I'm in.
I'm caught between both
wherever I go,
Torn between the two
but still I know
The former is goodness,
The latter is not.
One will free me.
The other will clot.
And I will choose
the only one
that brings me peace
and the light of the sun.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Property O My Property
property o my property
i use to be a man fine and witty
no cares in the world full of terimity
untill the heavens fell off my dad was murdered
and i was stranded with his property
property o my property
three flats into one, office, home and land what fun
rentals 6% home appreciation by 10%
money in black some in white
o my friends try and understand my plight
property o my property
some say it's worth 50 crs some say it's less
i use to be a free bird before
god knows how i landed up in this mess
brokers, dalla's, buyers and sellers
i have two houses still i am a lonely dweller
property o my property
what the hell to do with you
buy or sell take or give
now my life is not a life but a hell in which i live
property my property
o my dad's property
property o property o my dad's property
my well wishers say i cannot be trusted
to handle all this and i sure will be busted
so my friends you see my situation is dire
it's time like this that i feel i am walking on fire
property o property my dad's property
poem by Anuj Tikku
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Radio-Aktivitt
Tschernobyl
(Tschernobyl)
Harrisburgh
Sellafield
..........
(Hiroshima)
Stopt Radioaktivitat
Weil 's um unsere Zukunft geht
Stop Radioaktivitat
(Stop radioactivity)
Fur dich und mich im all Entsteht
(Because it's about our future)
Strahlentod und Mutation
(Death by radiation and mutation)
Durch die Schnelle Kernfusion
(Through the fast nuclear fusion)
[Morse Code:]
.-. .- -.. .. --- .- -.-. - .. ...- .. - -..--
Radioactivity
.. ... .. -. - .... . .- .. .-. ..-. --- .-. -.-- --- ..- .- -. -.. -- .
Is in the air for you and me
.-. .- -.. .. --- .- -.-. - .. ...- .. - -..--
Radioactivity
-.. .. ... -.-. --- ...- . .-. . -.. -... -.-- -- .- -.. .- -- . -.-. ..- .-. .. .
Discovered by Madame Curie
.-. .- -.. .. --- .- -.-. - .. ...- .. - -..--
Radioactivity
- ..- -. . .. -. - --- - .... . .-.-.- .-.-.- .-.-.- -.- .-. .- ..-. - .-- . .-. -.-
Tune in to the ...Kraftwerk
... --- ...
S O S
[Note: Kraftwerk in Morse Code is -.- .-. .- ..-. - .-- . .-. -.-]
song performed by by Kraftwerk
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A Celebration of Family, Community and Culture
When a snowman winks his eyes of coal,
And from their windows children know...
Magic's in the air.
And they wish they are on Santa's list.
As children everywhere wish this.
The Christmas Trees that are trimmed with them,
Excites with the bright lights shining.
Dining festively on treats...
Will be remembered year to year.
This and every Christmas.
Joyous Eid al-Adha (The Festival of Sacrifice)
'A Celebration of Family, Community and Culture'
Merry Christmas...
'A Celebration of Family, Community and Culture'
Happy Chanukah...
'A Celebration of Family, Community and Culture'
Happy Kwanzaa...
'A Celebration of Family, Community and Culture'
And...The Best of New Years to Come,
To ALL in Celebration of United Humanity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ancestor worship, or filial piety so characteristic of Asian cultures, for example, does not really resonate with Americans who favor children, not grandparents.
quote by Alan Dundes
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Mankind
Men are but children of a larger growth;
Our appetites are apt to change as theirs,
And full as craving too, and full as vain;
And yet the soul, shut up in her dark room,
Viewing so clear abroad, at home sees nothing;
But, like a mole in earth, busy and blind,
Works all her folly up, and casts it outward
To the world's open view.
poem by John Dryden
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A Visit From Diotima ll
D Do you like it?
MM Hell, yes.
D What do you like about it?
MM I dunno. It's...different.
D The second verse reprises the first.
MM Oh?
D Check it out.
(sings)
'Our love is so odd, odd, odd-
Baby, oh, baby, oh, baby,
Odd, odd, odd, odd, odd! -
How do you like it, so far?
MM Well, English is a funny language.
But I like it-oddly enough.
If you could only not sing so loud...
It's after three, remember.
D What does it matter?
(there is a pounding on the ceiling)
MM It's Louise. You woke her up. Now you've done it!
She's Russian. She works for the Post Office.
D What a racket! What's she saying?
MM How should I know? She doesn't communicate in Morse code.
But she doesn't sound happy. Now, Diotima, that's enough.
I only hope she goes back to sleep.
D I wouldn't be intimidated, if I were you.
MM Easy for you to say.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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When Winter Suddenly Comes
When winter suddenly comes
year upon year I am caught by it,
when there is an end to growth,
when sudden change in age
strip branches, let's them hang lonely,
when winter suddenly comes
and it seems as if all of nature is dying,
when you long back to summer,
when there is an end to growth,
when with the ripe every spring flower wilts
and that an end is coming scares you,
when winter suddenly comes
you are astonished by the yellow-brown creeping death,
when even the bright bird songs wither,
when there is an end to growth,
and subtle even death claims its own property,
after years of decline of a life,
when winter suddenly comes,
when there is an end to growth.
poem by Gert Strydom
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I Wont Be the 'Chief of Relief
Did you get my letter in the mail,
Saying I wont bail out your failure.
Did you get my letter in the mail?
You shoulda got it without fail.
Did you get my letter in the mail,
Saying I wont bail out your failure.
Did you get my letter in the mail?
You shoulda got it without fail.
No I wont be the 'chief of relief'.
For your reach outs when your grieving.
No I wont be the 'chief of relief'.
To be there only when you need me!
No I wont be the 'chief of relief'.
For your reach outs when your grieving.
No I wont be the 'chief of relief'.
To be there only when you need me!
Did you get my letter in the mail,
Saying I wont bail out your failure.
Did you get my letter in the mail?
You shoulda got it without fail.
Did you get my letter in the mail,
Saying I wont bail out your failure.
Did you get my letter in the mail?
You shoulda got it without fail.
No I wont be the 'chief of relief'.
For your reach outs when your grieving.
No I wont be the 'chief of relief'.
To be there only when you need me!
No I wont be the 'chief of relief'.
For your reach outs when your grieving.
No I wont be the 'chief of relief'.
To be there only when you need me!
The time has gone,
To sing that same old song!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Code Of Silence
Deep in the night
I can hear you calling my name
How can I try to help you woman
If you go on hiding your pain
Baby, baby, the tears on your pillow are real
You cant go on pretending to me
When I see the pain that you feel
A code of silence, is a dreadful thing
It can make you feel harder
It can keep you hanging on a string
Here in the darkness
When I hear you calling my name
A code of silence is a deadly game
Its a deadly game (whats that you say)
Its a deadly game (speak to me now)
Its a deadly game (deadly game)
Lost in your dreams
Trouble on your face in the pale moonlight
Nowhere to run youve got to let me know
Where you are standing tonight
Baby baby baby
I know that youre hurting inside
Open your heart
I know that we can make it
If you talk to me now
A code of silence, is a deadly thing
It can make you feel harder
It can keep you hanging on a string
Here in the darkness
When I hear you calling my name
A code of silence is a deadly game
Its a deadly game (whats that you say)
Its a deadly game (speak to me now)
Its a deadly game (deadly game).....
song performed by by 10 Cc
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The Truly Lost Ones
They cloak themselves with piety
Trying hard to gain holiness
But worship stones in Idolatry
Having no idea of God's real Presence.
You reason out that they are human
And as all men are prone to Sin
But God gave us His Word to understand
Transformation comes from within.
For Christ came to die on that Cross
That we may have mercy and forgiveness
All men have sinned and suffered loss
By His Death we gained heaven's access.
For it's by Grace we have been saved
Through Faith and not of good things we do
Religion changed all Truth God gave
And presented other gods to you.
Nuns and priests are truly the lost
Trying hard by good works to gain perfection
Denying the Truth Christ paid all that Cost
And by Him alone we receive Salvation.
'Yet to all who received Him, to those Who believed in His Name,
He gave them the power to be called children of God; children born not of natural descent not of human will, but born of God.'
John 1: 12-13
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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