The Gods Above
God has passed a judgement on us,
Ghosts of a distance are speaking with a curse
In the form of runes, and they are speakers
Of a mortal’s demise, and the denizens of the ravine
Are again dragons, and more hoards of gold
Of chinaware and of various silvers.
The runes will subject us to ruin,
But we are in doubt
We cannot strive for the solution
Our time is limited in this world.
Gods have spoken this far,
By passing a judgement over us.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Can't Stand It (Live On Letterman)
The way things go
You get so low
Struggle to find your skin
Hey ho
Look out below
Your prayers will never be answered again
Phones still ring
And singers sing
Speakers are speaking in code
What now
Well anyhow
Our prayers will never be answered again
You know it's all beginning
(It's all beginning)
To feel like It's ending
(Feels like It's ending)
No loves as random
As God's love
I can't stand it
I can't stand it
The way things get
You get so high
Funny how we make new friends
Oh hey ho
I gotta go
My prayers will never be answered again
You know It's all beginning
(it's all beginning)
To feel like It's ending
(Feels like It's ending)
No loves as random
As God's love
I can't stand it
I can't stand it
Speakers speaking
Speakers speaking
Speaking in code
Speakers speaking
Speakers speaking
Speaking in code
You know It's all beginning
(it's all beginning)
To feel like pretending
(To feel like pretending)
No loves as random
As my love
I can't stand it
I can't stand it
Your prayers will never be answered again
Your prayers will never be answered again
Your prayers will never be answered again
Your prayers will never be answered again
song performed by by Wilco
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Final Judgement
In your own country
among own culture.
Judgement is passed
upon specific individuals.
As individual case merit
circumstance deems fitting.
When weighted within
foreign hostile border.
Judgement blunt
is oft error passed.
Upon race nationality.
Suppressing rights of appeal.
Final Judgement
Error Emotive Passed?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Voluntary exile.
One day the dragons will return.
A privilege we have to earn.
The fled from our belligerence
They had to flee in self defence.
The dragons know humanity
Has not yet reached maturity.
The do not doubt that in due course.
Men will give up the use of force.
To resolve every argument.
But talk when war is imminent.
Learn to use diplomacy.
Which works much more effectively.
Than fighting for supremacy
When two nations disagree.
This world could be a paradise.
If we can learn to compromise.
The dragons will return again.
Resume their mentorship of man
When we mature sufficiently
and can agree to disagree.
The dragons know the day will come
when once again they are welcome.
To arbitrate impartially
as mentors of humanity.
Although I may not live to see
The silver dragons flying free
Above the earth as they should be.
The guardians of humanity.
Is this a dream, a fantasy
Which is peculiar to me?
That judgement I must leave to you.
Though I believe it to be true.
Saturday,21 January 2012
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Pardon My English
Please pardon my English
sorry I did not understand?
It is not your English
which is not at fault.
These native speakers
are speaking in idioms.
Idioms are fixed expressions
with nonliteral meanings.
A natural way of using language.
A natural way for native speakers to speak.
Your problem arises
because a fixed
distinctive expression
whose meaning
cannot be deduced
from the combined
meanings of its
actual spoken words
is not directly translatable.
Jargon and accents
betray speakers
places of origins
social background
and educational
class privileges
intonation inflection
betray mood character.
Note a
greater stress
emphasis
in pronouncing
a syllable
within a word
or a word
within a phrase.
An aspect
of situation
or issue
that is
emphasized
reveals
each speakers
main emphasis.
The best
speakers
are employing
contrasting
detail because
contrasting
decorative
features used
adds interest.
However
the most
persuasive
speakers
weight
their argument
with
lateral thinking
outside
the box
revealing
themselves
to be
master
orators
par excellent.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Great Judgement Morning Writer ?
(g) I dreamed that the great judgement (c) morning,
Had (g) dawned, and the trumpet had (d7) blown,
I (g) dreamed that all nations had (c) gathered,
To (g) judgement be- (d7) fore the white (g) throne.
From the throne came a bright shining (c) angel,
And he (g) stood on the land and the (d7) sea,
And (g) swore with his hand raised to (c) heaven,
That (g) time was no (d7) longer to (g) be.
Chorus
And oh what weeping and (c) wailing,
As the (g) lost were told of their (d7) fate,
They (g) cried for the rocks and the (c) mountains,
They (g) prayed, but their (d7) prayers were too (g) late.
The rich man was there but his money,
Had melted and vanished away,
A pauper stood there in the judgement,
His debts were too many to pay.
The great man was there, but his greatness,
When death came, was left far behind,
The angel that opened the records,
No trace of his greatness could find.
Repeat chorus
The widow was there and the orphan,
God heard and remembered their cries,
No sorrow in heaven forever,
God wiped all the tears from their eyes.
The gambler was there and the drunkard,
And they who had sold them the drink,
With people who gave them the license,
Together in hell they did sink.
Repeat chorus
The mortal man to the judgement,
But self rightousness would not do,
For the men who had crucified jesus,
Had passed off as mortal men too.
And the souls that had put off salvation,
Not tonight Ill get saved by and by,
No time now to think of religion,
At last they had found time to die.
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Hank Williams
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Objectified
All beautiful things meet their demise
Flowers in bloom surely will die
Frozen are the wings of the dead butterfly
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Clouds of gray spoil the light of the skies
The ocean must fall in order to rise
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
I knew I was doomed when you first said, “Hi.”
Two ships in the night, we were bound to collide
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Four months can pass in the blink of an eye
We lose ourselves without having to try
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
The simplest words become hard to define
You can’t see the truth when you cover your eyes
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Your pay the price to take this ride
Slowly, you find that you’re living a lie
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Pictures of us will fade over time
We become strangers in a world so wide
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
You’ll keep on searching for what you won’t find
You’ll lose your faith while I lose my mind
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Sometimes your morals get left behind
It will be too late when you realize
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
poem by Vaida Marea
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Of runes they spoke, and the reading of runes was little withheld from their lips.
Seeress
I cast the runes: Then carefully
consider what they signify
The different patterns I can see.
I can’t be sure but I can try.
Interpretation is a skill
which operates subconsciously.
Sometimes it’s guided by my will
but not always successfully.
I try to forecast honestly
but do not claim that I am right.
Some things I see will come to be
and some will not but others might.
I cast the runes and concentrate.
Throw wide the portals of my mind.
Receptive in my trancelike state.
I set my spirit free to find.
The answers which I seek to know
which are concealed from mortal eyes.
Interpretations come and go.
I can’t be sure which one is best.
So I select the probable
which seems to fit the question best.
But I am not infallible
I’m only human like the rest.
I do not charge you any fee.
To use the talents I possess
and always warn you clearly
At best my answer is a guess.
2-Sep-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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I haven't spoken English with native speakers in several months. I've been speaking Arabic.
quote by John Walker Lindh
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Dragon's Delight
dragon's fire,
dragon's flame,
dragons dance and dragons play,
filled with darkness,
filled with light,
these dragons feel so delighted,
the bonfire blazes,
the dragons dance,
as the moon's twilight sets in the east,
their dance turns with fire,
as it turns into an inferno,
the dragons eyes shine like diamonds,
as the night continues into the day.
poem by Nicholas Spandrel
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Ghosts Of Loves Passed
The grey ghosts of loves passed
linger near us all the time
but cannot touch
the new loves growing vine.
They can only watch from afar
at the new shapes forming
leaving old pastures behind.
They linger in the darkness
hoping one day to again
relive and capture their time
these ghosts of loves passed.
poem by David Harris
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Fighting Dragons
For fighting the fate
I need to be brave
Gathering courage for
Hunting all
The dragons of our time.
In our dreams
No dragons must appear,
Go chase them out of our world.
Dreaming of dragons
Remembering good times
As a legend that still shines
Gather all your force to fight
Or get the help of a brave knight.
No one must ever destroy our dreams
So keep on fighting the dragons.
Ghosts And Modernity
Ghosts & Modernity
The old house has been modernised the hallway, where
ghosts spooked, is now a bathroom, and since there is no
entrance one has to exit through the kitchen window on
a ladder on the wall, this is called saving space, a modern
and fun way to live. The ghosts have gone, no dark corners
and no children with imagination to see what practical
adults are blind to. Closing my eyes I can see children and
ghosts, but not as clearly as before, the kaleidoscope has
gone fuzzy with the distance and it saddens me too that
I’m the only one left to remember a draughty hallway and
the warm glow of true fairytales sprung from the mind of
the very young.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Plains of Arnon
Juvenile dragons circle the plains of Arnon,
With lethal breath the trees blaze for some time;
They are now producing other breaths,
Obliged to hold their breath for it is fire.
We must demand the signs from the deity of fate,
Death, and judgement.
It is of little interest, it is of no help!
For the levels of fire are great.
Arnon leaps into commodities of smoke,
The very bare ground scorched forever;
To craft the air with smoke is grand,
To meet doom this way is grand,
But towards the cities of dragons we head,
To find a pleasant air in addition to a saviour,
He might be a hunter of gigantic souls.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Short term gains experimental form
A great grey/green expanse of mud.
Covered twice daily by the flood
when the high tide comes flowing in.
Where does land end and sea begin?
Adapted to their habitat
the denizens live happily.
They recognise no boundary.
For they are free to come and go
between the salt marsh and the sea.
They know all that they need to know.
Adapted to their habitat
the denizens live happily.
Here they can live quite easily
safe from most land based predators
protected by the friendly sea.
The wading birds parade in force.
Adapted to their habitat
the denizens live happily.
To men a bleak unfriendly place.
To wading birds a paradise
providing them with a safe base
which guarantees their food supplies.
Adapted to their habitat
the denizens live happily.
Until men choose to interfere
and build dykes to hold back the sea.
The mud flats slowly disappear
The denizens are forced to flee.
For men adapt their habitat
so they can live more comfortably.
Though nature wins eventually
she will regain that which men claim
as theirs by waiting patiently.
She knows that she will win the game.
Though men adapt their habitat
it’s only temporarily.
The works of man though built to last
are not immune to nature’s laws.
They’re undermined and overcast
by years that slowly pass of course.
Nature restores the habitat
back to the way it used to be.
The birds return to their domain
as if they’d never been away
What man once held the birds regain
as Mother Nature gets her way.
Adapted to their habitat
the denizens live happily.
22-Feb-09
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Judgement Day
Its my life, get off my ass, get outta my face
Man, I dont see no problem
Kickin back, aint kickin you, no, no
Anyway, if I make em, then I solve em
Oh, thats right, yeah, whew
Makin plans s a waste, aint no future here
Got no face, got no religion
Oh tell me why should I care or even, why should I try?
I just slide, slide on by, never bad enough to crucify me
Cry! put it out until judgement day
Ill bear the cross on judgement day
I do most anything, keep em doing anything, cos
Sometimes I just wanna do nothin
Nothin lost, tell me, how can I lose
When Im startin off with nothin
Oh tell me why should I care or even, why try?
I just slide, slide on by, never bad enough to crucify me
Oh! put it out until judgement day
Ill bear that same old cross on judgement day
Oh! hey!
(solo)
Hey man, anythings alright. yeah!
Wow! put it out until judgement day
Ill bear the cross on judgement day
Put it out, put it out until judgement day
Ill bear the cross on judgement day
Oh! whoa, yeah, on judgement day
Oh! whoa, yeah, on judgement day
Wow!
song performed by by Van Halen
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Blow Your Speakers Out
So hop in your ride
Roll your windows down
cause tonight's your night
get lost in the sound
gotta crank the music loud
baby blow your speakers out (Your speakers out)
Under the stolen lights
feel the rhythm, the rhythm
and it will get you right
sweat it all out of your system
you gotta free your mind
let yourself unwind
cause it's your night night night
so get it right right right come on
can you feel it inside
it likes to go for a ride
i know you need it
i can see it in your eyes
So hop in your ride
Roll your windows down
cause tonight's your night
get lost in the sound
gotta crank the music loud
baby blow your speakers out (Your speakers out)
So hop in your ride
Roll your windows down
cause tonight's your night
get lost in the sound
gotta crank the music loud
baby blow your speakers out (Your speakers out)
I know you feel the heat
i see you feeling the fire
don't worry bout a thing
fulfill your every desire
the Dj's playing this song
so now you can't go wrong
cause it's your night night night
so do it right right right come on
Can you feel it inside
He likes to go for a ride
i know you need it
i can see it in your eyes
So hop in your ride
Roll your windows down
cause tonight's your night
get lost in the sound
gotta crank the music loud
baby blow your speakers out (Your speakers out)
So hop in your ride
Roll your windows down
cause tonight's your night
get lost in the sound
gotta crank the music loud
baby blow your speakers out (Your speakers out)
Oh whoa oh
Let me hear you say
Oh whoa oh
this party is never over no no no
oh whoa oh
ler me hear you say
whoa oh!
So hop in your ride
Roll your windows down
cause tonight's your night
get lost in the sound
gotta crank the music loud
baby blow your speakers out (Your speakers out)
So hop in your ride
Roll your windows down
cause tonight's your night
get lost in the sound
gotta crank the music loud
baby blow your speakers out (Your speakers out)
poem by Jojo Jonna
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Ghosts
Some ghosts are women,
neither abstract nor pale,
their breasts as limp as killed fish.
Not witches, but ghosts
who come, moving their useless arms
like forsaken servants.
Not all ghosts are women,
I have seen others;
fat, white-bellied men,
wearing their genitals like old rags.
Not devils, but ghosts.
This one thumps barefoot, lurching
above my bed.
But that isn't all.
Some ghosts are children.
Not angels, but ghosts;
curling like pink tea cups
on any pillow, or kicking,
showing their innocent bottoms, wailing
for Lucifer.
poem by Anne Sexton
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Judgement Of A Word
Global internet on line
American spelling machine?
When searching online
will flag British judgement
as spelling incorrect
will insist on US judgment
yet is this judgement correct?
Both judgment and judgement
occur with equal frequency set?
One spelling English one American
what a bother when both are correct?
Will you your online dictionary update?
Your own personal ‘judgment call' abridgment?
This choice spelling inconsistencies will assist?
Still wondering why the two spellings resist?
To this question trade English American
politics dark flavours a colonial twist?
War of 1812 sabres parent British patron.
Oxford English Dictionary preferred
judgement a war of words is absurd.
1812 fosters nationalism independent.
Judgement remained form sanctioned
in the Bible in new Revised Version.
Older English spelling recommended.
Shakespeare plays judgment US spelt.
Judgement rules British English text.
Rule is spell consistently either is best.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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You're a Star,
You're a Star,
You're a Star,
There are no More Felonies,
In me,
This is that Star that conforms to an Image,
The Egoism was not a Mistake,
Born the Fire that will Bring Eternity,
Seen as that Image of the Star's,
Judgement will be passed on EVIL DOERS,
Fornication will End,
Judgement will Come,
A New Understanding that will Bring REDEMPTION for HUMANE.
poem by Abdul Karim
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