Removal To Please
He was removed from the area and idea,
Revolving around a bee that buzzes by;
Itself knew the deathly shallows of speech
As the wording of the cold blade seemed justice.
Open the doors to my removal if you so please,
Letting the insects and spiders respect speech;
These words are narrow and remain like guesses,
Not concepts or ideologies, or instruments.
The shape of the pen regards your life as sacred,
Defending you with the curling and breathing;
Kinship ties are kept intact with every passing
Season. The seasons stagnate in the end.
May your task be grandly muttered, obeying
The call of society, and the welfare of children.
With a stroke of a pen of genius
The fairness can out stare a real lip.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Battles of Fairness
Fairness?
To honesty, fairness is Fair,
To sincerity, fairness is Accuracy,
To integrity, fairness is Absolute!
To the law, fairness is JUSTICE!
To dedicated public servant
FAIRNESS IS MORE THAN A SALARY,
MORE THAN TEARS, MORE THAN JUSTICE,
MORE THAN SWEAT, MORE THAN HONOR,
MORE THAN LOVE and
MORE THAN JUSTICE.
But to the twisted society
FAIRNESS is
BEYOND DOUBT
and BEYOND
QUESTION!
I have no doubt,
I have no question.
The gavel is yours.
But...
you can't stop me
remembering
December 10,2010.
poem by Susan T. Aparejo
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Pull / Pulk Revolving Doors
There are barn doors
And there are revolving doors
Doors on the rudders of big ships
And there are revolving doors
There are doors that open by themselves
There are sliding doors
And there are secret doors
There are doors that lock
And doors that dont
There are doors that let you in
And out
But never open
But there are trapdoors
That you cant come back from
song performed by by Radiohead
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Packt Like Sardines In A Crushd Tin Box
there are bomb? doors and there are revolving doors doors on the rudders of big ships and there are revolving doors there are doors that open by themselves there are sliding doors and there are secret doors there are doors that lock and doors that don't there are doors that let you in and out but never open but there are trap doors that you can't come back from
song performed by by Radiohead
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Pull Pulk Revolving Doors
There are barn doors
And there are revolving doors
Doors on the rudders of big ships
We are revolving doors
There are doors that open by themselves
There are sliding doors
And there are secret doors
There are doors that lock
And doors that don't
There are doors that let you in
And out
But never open
But they are trapdoors
That you can't come back from
song performed by by Radiohead
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Delayed Justice...
(This poem is dedicated to Hollister #22.)
Delayed justice is better than no justice.
The world will always be round.
Facts cannot be altered; prejudice
Is a major impediment to reach sound
Justice. Justice is all we want,
Fairness is what we fight for,
Justice is what we cry for,
Fairness is what we want.
All lives are special.
All God's children are beautiful.
All colors are essential,
To make the rainbow normal.
Justice, Justice is what we want,
Fairness is what we fight for.
Equality under the law is critical.
Equal shade can only make the rainbow
More beautiful and more impartial;
No justice will always be a Big No, No.
Justice is what we cry for,
Fairness is what we want.
The world will always be round.
Finally, we can hear the sound
Of the bells. Justice is around
The corner; she is upward bound.
Delayed justice is better than no justice.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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On Paper. Not In Reality.
Don't be foolish.
Of course you are entitled to your opinion.
Aren't we living in a society,
That welcomes free speech?
'Yes...
But it seems to me that...'
Next! ?
'I thought you said we live in a society,
That welcomes free speech? '
On paper.
Not in reality.
I've 'earned' my free speech.
Haven't you noticed how I select my words?
Only 'then' are you free to do so as well.
Next?
I will take two more opinions,
And that will be it!
No...
Not yours.
The good looking one,
From the state of Connecticut!
May I have your opinion, please?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tho I Cry
I cry for tragedy but never for sorrow
As I truly believe in the world of tomorrow.
I believe in you and I also believe in me
To believe in myself and what I hear and see.
I love my family, my God and my nation
I believe in a oneness that is in every human relation.
I believe in love, fairness, justice and trust
That these are the keystones of life, else we remain in the dust.
They are also four words as the embryo for the living scenes
Relationships that have corners of reality and also dreams
Life is to live fully and completely and be devoid of fear
Love is to have fully and completely, with those so near.
Fairness is to be smooth, equal and have no thorn
Relationships are to happen to join and even to be born.
Justice is for you, me but mostly for us
The final and most enduring word; is the sacred one of trust.
poem by AHO Speaks
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I Am In Wealth
I am so many years in wealth,
I was placed in the white dress of youth,
My station of importance was a shawl of health,
The sailing shoulders represented real riches.
Wide open eyes were the cornerstone of faith,
I was gone to church every Sunday, for life;
As after-life was a thick golden hair I wore,
To fit the ends of the earth, the very cool sun.
Teasing me was no dream for some,
The family of enlightened ones saw my tomorrows,
Yet the yesterdays were annulled by the wicked,
For fairness was a scum to those with real sin.
My wealth was my power and privilege,
But burden sent me the message of youth
In my old age, in my encumbered self,
Letting the wicked be stained by speech of theirs.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Long Time
Lasting for a long time, our guesses are true,
The miscellaneous questions are asked
As he jolts us in our speech and uncovers
A new contemplation, a council needed.
There may be cracks in the wall, fining and suing,
But the job surges and sucks, serving and deluding
For the people to be.
This lasts for a long time, an awe is expected
When lights are out, when we believe in this poem.
To shoot a target called soft and cute is enormous task
But the speech may take you, may take you away.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Hungry For Justice?
Justice system as told
Is made for the people
That will be a guiding light
To have fairness to everyone.
To the poor and the wealthy
The laws are the basis
To identify the violations
In the civilized society.
But is there sense of fairness
For those who are accused
By opening the leveling field
Regardless of economic status?
When the rich man is accused
Justice is intentionally delayed
Until the time will come
Case will be dismissed and forgotten.
I wish this is only a dream
And there’s no enough basis
That in our society
There’s double face of justice!
That upon waking up the truth
There are still many patriots
Who are fearless to reveal
The true spirit of Justice.
poem by Bonifacio Alba
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Speak Now
Spoken words carry no grace than the fury,
Tomorrow speech has enlarged revealingly.
Enticing talk is conversation too beautiful,
And fear and hatred is included.
Spears and backs of swords are leant against,
Taught are rasps of the air, calls of besiege;
The war of speech is a wage, a salary
For the troopers of the infantry, the real speech.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. This is not a way of life at all in any true sense. Under the cloud of threatening war, it is humanity hanging from a cross of iron.
Dwight D. Eisenhower in speech before the American Society of Newspaper Editors (16 April 1963)
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My Tasks Are Deeper Than That
It is not from a core,
Heated with an ego...
I wish adored.
My tasks are deeper than that.
My approach to life,
Keeps my ancestors intact.
It is not for adulation,
I crave to taste.
Or applause to acknowledge,
I have talents gifted...
From an unseen higher place.
My tasks are deeper than that.
My approach to life,
Keeps my ancestors intact.
It's a fact I respect my ancestors tracks.
I feel their spirits around and in me.
As if from one tree...
I am a limb with them attached.
I am here to succeed.
Not to accept defeat.
Or feed frustrations,
That stagnate my reach.
My tasks are deeper than that.
My approach to life,
Keeps my ancestors intact.
Impatient with waste.
And with those who procrastinate.
No excuses do I make...
With those who fake life.
And seek ways to escape.
I am here to succeed.
Not to accept defeat.
Or feed frustrations,
That stagnate my reach.
And no emotional limitations,
Will interfere with my deeds...
In a preventive escalation.
That within me,
Gets no empathy.
I'm not here to sob and weep,
To have insecurities of others...
Stop this stride in a movement I keep.
I am here to succeed.
Not to accept defeat.
Or feed frustrations,
That stagnate my reach.
And it is not from a core,
Heated with an ego...
I wish adored.
My tasks are deeper than that.
My approach to life,
Keeps my ancestors intact.
It is a fact I respect my ancestors tracks.
I feel their spirits around and in me.
As if from one tree...
I am a limb with them attached.
And these deeds from me I promise to deliver!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A matter of pride
It is matter of greatest pride
I say it proudly with no emoions to hide
I have national logo on my back
There should ne no controverysy to rack
What else can be the greatest moment?
When proudly you an claim national movement?
It can be in any parts of the world
No one should blow it hot and cold
The local sentiments are attached
Completel attention is properly catched
One feels soproud in this critical moment
This is worth try for ties to cement
Who can claim the sons of soil?
Who go all out for welfare and evil design to foil
Ready for any sacrifice even at personal cost
This is the criteria needed very most
One can lay a life while defending motehrland
The task later on is difficult to manage on hand
The liberty and freedom is endangered by some forces
That is main sacred task to be taken by new faces
Nothing prevents you from doing it if you remain on guard
You have nothing else than to march forward
One word here or one word there
It matters less so long you hold it firmly here
The world may watch it with keen interest
You got to deliever it at your best
The youngsters may follow and complete the rest
It is nicest things to do on earth for any test
You may have no pridest moment other than this
If you fail to catch then you may certainly miss
There won’t be any chance again to pick the threads
It may cost you dearly for your freedom and bread
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Revolving Doors
I forget where I've been going
As I enter the tall building
Through the glassy revolving doors.
In circles, I spin, not knowing
What the other side's withholding
Through the glassy revolving doors.
The human traffic keeps flowing
Around frames of glossy gilding
Through the glassy revolving doors.
Yet somehow I end up nowhere.
I'm never close getting there
Through the glassy revolving doors.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Justice is Just This
What is justice?
This unapparent fairness
Supposed to combine rather than divide
Just a word that likes to hide
This unapparent fairness
What is justice?
Justice, is between you and if you are righteous
And you might just be righteous,
But you don’t have the intelligence of the truths of real justice.
Justice, is merely impossible because we have created injustice.
And just this.
It may be a tongue twister to read
But justice is a twist of the tongue indeed
A twist of the lung, you can’t breathe
A twist of the fun, full of hypocrisy and greed
A fake term misused, abused of its creed
Our mouths say justice, but injustice is what we really speak
And just this.
What is justice?
This unapparent fairness
Supposed to combine rather than divide
Just a word that likes to hide
This unapparent fairness
What is justice?
Just a word, and just this.
Check the performance by Aadil Malik by searching 'Justice is Just This Aadil Malik' on YouTube.
poem by Aadil Malik
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If a university official's letter accusing a speaker of having a proclivity to commit speech crimes before she's given the speech - which then leads to Facebook postings demanding that Ann Coulter be hurt, a massive riot and a police-ordered cancellation of the speech - is not hate speech, then there is no such thing as hate speech.
quote by Ann Coulter
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Rights And Wrongs
The edge of a right is again in command,
Open the doors to wounds and deliver the praise.
The country sells prices high, the region of birth
For many of the land of the people.
The actions and acts resolve as speech,
Common speech has raised the audience,
But royal speech will speak fully like the military.
Ideas drive me to command the loyal, dignified,
The backs of a jar damage the held law
As it splits not showing the description on its front,
This image of beauty so broken by now.
Rights are right, and wrongs are levels of stupor,
Yokes of the egg shall mix and create the omelette of taste.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Divine Mission
I try to peep in divine eyes
I am not sure yet I find it is worth to try
I may get answer through lovely stare
Even though “Carolyn” may not find it fair
She is totally different with earthly figure
She may stand for principles for sure
What does she want in return?
Absolute welfare and wait for ordinary turn
Why do people waste their precious life in mission?
When many have blot on their face with guilt admission?
I am for sure about her social standing
She has everything to speak about and for understanding
I don’t believe in gossips
I too don’t like flying missionaries on trips
What do they have to claim for real struggle?
When life is uncertain and like water bubble
Not all can perform miracle with ordinary task?
So many may come forward and ask?
What can be real motives for such a horrible adventure?
When no one can offer anything for bright future?
She may be towering strength for many aspirants
Many might have come from distant land as migrants
To whom they can look as real figure for onward march?
I think she is there with all her vision for serving as torch
I know nothing about her inner zeal
Yet I feel so close and feel it real
Why do we need any angels to descend from heaven?
When we have enough in her as green
No eyes can stare or penetrate at you if lack sincerity
This is sign of greatness and very fine quality
Not all people may try to see the motives
As the people remain narrow minded and selective
I shall not adore her as something special
But can’t offer any criticism or denial
She is there by her own right
Else who comes forward with mission to fight?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Be able to recognize the dangerous snakes, spiders, insects, and plants that live in your area of the country.
quote by Marilyn vos Savant
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