The Market
Loss and profit are like burdens,
Worries and remorse shall promise adaptations.
poem by Naveed Akram
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(W – 2011) Laiku 244
Profit & Loss:
Profit for one means loss for another
So aiming to make undue profits is a grievous crime.
Loss Of...
Loss it seems is the worst kind of sorrow
Loss of dreams, the dreams of tomorrow
Loss of the moments you two should have shared
Loss of opportunities to show her you cared
Loss of the memories you both could have created
Loss of the romance once intense as you dated
Loss of a kiss, caress, or embrace
Loss of that special feeling no one else can replace
Loss of a look, the twinkle in her eye
Loss of the touch as you pass each other by
Loss of a future, from a past of regret
Loss of a last chance, how many do you get
Loss of a promise you never meant to break
Loss of two hearts that forever will ache
(2012)
poem by Michael Ernst
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The New American Way
quit banging the drums of war!
war was never meant to be
a means of economic survival...
much less profitable....
human lives mean nothing!
freedom and democracy
are a hoax... a drug
administered through the
late night tv news....
we're not trying to liberate anyone,
it's all profit and loss....
profit to the War Machine...
loss... of lives, any sense of morality
and/or human decency.
it's easy to sell....
just tell the people they're
our enemies... that they're
out to get us.
you dont have to prove
anything...
no weapons of mass destruction
needed... just the fear
created by implanting the thought!
profit justifies anything...
the new American Way!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I believe in burdens,
I believe in burdens,
I believe in burdens that are changing,
I believe in redemption that was not fighting these burdens speedily,
I believe in burdens that seem ending,
In reality they were not,
I believe that feigned verses were making from unfeigned verses,
Plant the corn,
Look at it with a scorn,
It is going the same with burdens,
I believe in burdens that will end,
I believe in burdens that are making,
All Truth is that Christ will conquer the burdens,
Truth is the Sword,
When Christ give's me the Swords,
I will see Him giving me Sword to conquer the Burdens.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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Napalm Dreams
napalm dreams,
burning flesh amid cries,
student protestors shot down....
flags smolder, stink like freedom
whored out for change....
and now again,
the great planes fly,
dropping death and liberation
o'er ghostlike oil fields...
too many questions....
lined up like cattle,
and shot.....
in the name of homeland security,
in the name of profit and loss...
their profit, ... our loss!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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God’s balance sheet
In God’s balance sheet
There is no profit, no loss.
The profit in your balance sheet
Tallies with the loss elsewhere.
19.11.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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No Rebirths
Quick profit; huge profit; it’s gambling.
Quick loss; huge loss; it’s gambling.
Once tasted, one never risks again.
Instant and extend pleasure; it’s the world.
Acute and chronic sufferings; it’s the world.
Hence the Hindus pray for no rebirths.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Profit and Loss
Income by bribe is loss.
Loss by service is profit.
The work with this in view
Makes the poor is seen rich.
19.01.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Guilt
The heart it will begin to ache
Then the body will begin to shake
The nerves will numb and then quake
Then the heart; it will break,
There will be a triumph by remorse
As humanity will finally take its course
From the weakness there was the force
And from the deeds that was the source,
A life is lived from its regret and shame
All that is seen is hate and all that is heard is blame
Destroying a soul by putting out a flame
And GOD and all, will know the name,
The heart will be laden with worries and sin
An innocence is hidden from deep within
The self condemned knows where it has been
A shriver continuously, crawls up the skin,
Worries are strong and so is the pain
Honesty, truth and righteousness were slain
As though slipping out through life's vein
A sad, sad loss, is sadly someone else's gain,
Destruction will come to what was built
Dignity will dry up, and then will wilt
Respect and honor and pride will be spilt
All will be lost; but kept will be the guilt.
poem by Randy McClave
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Life is Loss
I have given this one most thought.
To learn this lesson you may not want.
But everybody knows and everybody felt
Some have seen more with the hand they've been dealt.
But I’m going to remind you because it seems.
That change is the worst enemy that deems
The fear that you have for the future
Is the loss that you will lose there?
But life is loss but not all loss comes
In the form of death or separation from
Two loves who no longer give
Each other their own life to live.
Because sometimes people have to walk away
From the hurt that they feel each day.
Sometimes people have to let go of the feelings
And move on with the day to day dealings.
Or never find themselves without remorse
And never having any recourse
Of the life that is loss and always having to carry
Those people that which they should bury.
poem by Black Rabbit
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On the throne, one has many worries; and remorse is the one that weighs the least.
quote by Jean Racine
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A Purple Hat Box
I had worries, worries had me,
so I packed ‘em up and stowed 'em away.
I kept the worries at bay, you might say.
The trouble was they bugged me,
they screamed and itched and tugged me!
So I put them in a box.
It was a deep, purple hat box.
Some days I'd forget about them,
but then I'd remember and peep inside.
The worries glared at me with their big pop eyes!
They laughed at me, taunted me,
they were wild.
They talked in my head all day and all night.
They were stalking me!
Something had to be done
I opened the box again, threw them in,
nailed the lid down, real tight,
sat on the box and sighed.
The worries cried for mercy one more time
and then, guess what…………?
They died.
poem by Ruth Walters
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I must swindle.
Hospitals are run for a profit.
Colleges are run for a profit.
Temples are run for a profit.
I must swindle to pay them.
11.10.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Lady
Bedecked in fashion trim,
With every curl a-quiver;
Or leaping, light of limb,
O'er rivulet and river;
Or skipping o'er the lea
On daffodil and daisy;
Or stretched beneath a tree,
All languishing and lazy;
Whatever be her mood -
Be she demurely prude
Or languishingly lazy -
My lady drives me crazy!
In vain her heart is wooed,
Whatever be her mood!
What profit should I gain
Suppose she loved me dearly?
Her coldness turns my brain
To VERGE of madness merely.
Her kiss - though, Heaven knows,
To dream of it were treason -
Would tend, as I suppose,
To utter loss of reason!
My state is not amiss;
I would not have a kiss
Which, in or out of season,
Might tend to loss of reason:
What profit in such bliss?
A fig for such a kiss!
poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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My losses,
My loses,
My loses was with a call,
My losses was with a message,
My loses was with a man,
My loses came from them,
I made my loss that I was losing it,
Grab I to take away,
Losses that are so Dynamic,
My loss,
This is the loss that upon this soul,
My loses that I made it,
Loss it,
Iam losing that I may win,
Losing is the tight game,
Lose that is upon this soul,
Lose that I need to gain in profit,
Losers will fail,
Lose that I may win,
This is the calling of the lose,
That I may benefit,
Let me lose that I may win.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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There are only two things from which to choose: profit or loss.
Peace Or Problems?
Aye, I have decided to throw away my burdens and troubles!
this I did today, I went to a voodoo man and said,
man, I want no more troubles and problems, so I want to exchange every thing that burdens me for sweet things! stated I.
What be thy need in exchange for this burdens and what be this burdens? he asked me.
This said I to him, wealth! I would rather be rich than burdened or troubled, give me one hundred billion pounds and take the law away from me, they are my burden! this said I to him.what would ye do? if thou were I? to many, the law be good, to many, the law be a problem, to me, they are become a problem, and I would rather be richly happy than burdened by the law, tought I.
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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May Your Sorrows All Be Gone
When luck decides to touch your soul
When someone gives you a hand to hold
An angel in disguise, knocks at your door
I'll be your friend and even more...
Dont feel remorse or let darkness engulf
We can never find answers to the above
I can promise you I'll be your friend
I 'll share your sorrows till the end
So let me help you cope with grief
With time you'll find some relief
May your sorrows all be gone
May you find peace and carry on...
May God give you the strength to bear
Inevitable loss...they need your prayers.
poem by Meena Mustafa
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