The Threadbare man cries in the third world
They do experiments, acrobats and miracles et cetera.
Their radars never catch a slight picture of him.
Even they see never bother of zero figures.
The bourgeoisie organizations bloom like mushrooms
and boast their welfare services.
The soft-hearted and soggy earth never refused to hide
the exodus and their poor skeletons.
To my poet friend Charles Chaim Wax
(not seen in the site a long time.)
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The tearful human machines in the unscrupulous capitalist factory
The bourgeoisie weary ordeal human skeletons entangle in the cast iron wheels.
The profiteer squeezes their testicle and ovum.
Crush their Marrow less bones, Wisdom and Courage et cetera.
The output of thousands major products as same as by-products (ammunition) send for the market?
The Non-stop black smoke with soot from the factory's chimney top,
Poor fellows' dreams blow into the helpless sky and pollute;
The pure nature too quiet as an Owl of this cruel Monopoly.
And the stinking Sweatshop seems to be long-lived in this tyranny World.
I dedicate this poem to the humbug Mushroom Organizations that yelp of human rights.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Chaste and a Coquette
Once upon a time
these two opposite figures
who were stranded in a ferocious thick jungle
where the wolves, bears, lions, tigers and anacondas et cetera lived.
They talk a different tongue
but it does not bother to understand each other.
They found a cave and started living together.
But the hermit stuck to his morals.
Like in a Hindi movie they don't sleep together.
Early morning he collects something to eat
and the lass cooks deliciously for him.
But how long they are going to maintain the chastity?
And I heard in a rainy night she had convulsions
and questioned the hermit about his clear conscience.
To my poet friend Jerry.Hughes
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Exodus
Get on board our silver sun
This is noah's arc
In the year 2001
Up in heaven's park.
Exodus, we go to another world.
Exodus, foundation a better world.
Journey of discovery.
From this world of ours.
Flying to a new home in the stars.
Exodus, into the future
Another world, we fly away.
Exodus, into the dawn of
A better world, another day.
Exodus, a new horizon
Another world we've just begun
Exodus, we face tomorrow
A better world, another sun.
Exodus, we go to another world.
Exodus, foundation a better world.
Sailing through the universe
Near the speed of light
Planet earth is blue and out of sight.
Exodus, into the future
Another world, we fly away.
Exodus, into the dawn of
A better world, another day.
Exodus, a new horizon
Another world we've just begun
Exodus, we face tomorrow
A better world, another sun.
Get on board our silver sun
This is noah's arc
In the year 2001
Up in heaven's park.
Exodus
Exodus
Exodus
Exodus
Exodus, a new dimension
Another world, we've just begun
Exodus, we face tomorrow
A better world, another sun.
Exodus, we face tomorrow
A better world, another sun.
Exodus, a new horizon...
3rd, unreleased verse:
There'll be no technology
On this new-found land
Nature's peace without the touch of man
song performed by by Boney M.
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Exodus (Noah's Ark 2001)
Get on board our silver sun
This is noahs arc
In the year 2001
Up in heavens park.
Exodus, we go to another world.
Exodus, foundation a better world.
Journey of discovery.
From this world of ours.
Flying to a new home in the stars.
Exodus, into the future
Another world, we fly away.
Exodus, into the dawn of
A better world, another day.
Exodus, a new horizon
Another world weve just begun
Exodus, we face tomorrow
A better world, another sun.
Exodus, we go to another world.
Exodus, foundation a better world.
Sailing through the universe
Near the speed of light
Planet earth is blue and out of sight.
Exodus, into the future
Another world, we fly away.
Exodus, into the dawn of
A better world, another day.
Exodus, a new horizon
Another world weve just begun
Exodus, we face tomorrow
A better world, another sun.
Get on board our silver sun
This is noahs arc
In the year 2001
Up in heavens park.
Exodus
Exodus
Exodus
Exodus
Exodus, a new dimension
Another world, weve just begun
Exodus, we face tomorrow
A better world, another sun.
Exodus, we face tomorrow
A better world, another sun.
Exodus, a new horizon...
3rd, unreleased verse:
Therell be no technology
On this new-found land
Natures peace without the touch of man
song performed by by Boney M.
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Just Friends VS. Best Friends
A Just Friend says.. hi, ..hello, ..bye, ... and walks away...
A Best friend always stop by your side & asks how Are You doing? ?
A Just Friend has never seen you cry.
A Best friend has shoulders soggy from your tears.
A Just Friend thinks the friendship is over, when you have an argument.
A Best friend knows that it's not a friendship, until after you've had a fight.
A Just Friend hates it when you call, after he has gone to bed.
A Best friend asks you.... why you took so long to call.
A Just Friend, when visiting, acts like a guest.
A Best friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself.
A Just Friend expects you to be always there for any help.
A Best friend is always there, wherever you require any help.
A Just Friend doesn't have time in his/her busy schedule,
A Best friend always have time for you in his/her busy schedules....
A Just Friend phones you whenever he/she has some work,
A Best friend calls you often just to hear your voice.....
A Just Friend doesn't have anything to talk to you on phone,
A Best friend doesn't know...what all to finish...
poem by Hanae Meloul
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I Believe In Miracles.
I believe in Miracles - I've seen the risng Sun
I believe in Miracles - I've seen the cheetah run.
I believe in Miracles - I've seen my baby born
I believe in Miracles - I've glimpst the unicorn.
I believe in Miracles - Man walked on the Moon
I believe in Miracles - They're every day in June.
I believe in Miracles - I've seen a junkie cured
I believe in Miracles - A winos been restored
I believe in Miracles - My firends survive car crashes
I believe in Miracles - When England won the ashes!
I believe in Miracles - We trashed the Berlin Wall
I believe in Miracles - We stood and watched it fall.
I believe in Miracles - The harvest grain is stored
I believe in Miracles - When David Beckham scored!
I believe in Miracles - In every path I've trod
I believe in Miracles - 'Cos I believe in GOD!
poem by John Knight
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The Exodus
Of a sacred pillar,
Of carved images;
Life is full of the ways of the gods.
Inheritance,
Of a thief sold for his theft!
Life is full of appointed teachers.
A bull and a sheep,
Living in a walled city;
The poor must be taking care of.
Listen and obey,
Read and learn,
The poor will never cease from the land.
The exodus of Egypt,
The exodus of Germany,
The exodus of Nigeria,
The exodus of Ghana,
The exodus of South Africa,
Of the exodus of the world!
With the slavery from Africa to teach us all.
Of the sound of the trumpets,
Do not harden your heart to the poor;
Like an unplowed valley with a sweet flowing stream.
Life is like that,
Love is like that,
Of matured bones with the muse;
Twenty years old and above are needed for this war.
The meat should be soaked in salt water,
Listen to the beat;
Like the moon of green ears and barley.
Examine the meat,
Like pepper and milk;
And move on in life like,
The wages of a hired man.
Wine and bananas,
Where there is hope there is away!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Husband's hurdle
His wife complained to one of his friends.
'Please advise him as he is not strong like young days.
very feeble, doctor said that he is having hyperglycaemia,
hypertension, hyperventilation and et cetera.
fortunately he doesn't catch aids,
but still I have doubts of his negligence and neighbourliness.
I am scared of the 'hydrogen bomb'
who lives in a proximate house
one day there will be an explosion?
to my poet friend Duncan.Wyllie
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Picture Book
Picture yourself when youre getting old,
Sat by the fireside a-pondering on[? ].
Picture book, pictures of your mama, taken by your papa a long time ago.
Picture book, of people with each other, to prove they love each other a long ago.
Na, na, na, na, na na.
Na, na, na, na, na na.
Picture book.
Picture book.
A picture of you in your birthday suit,
You sat in the sun on a hot afternoon.
Picture book, your mama and your papa, and fat old uncle charlie out cruising with their friends.
Picture book, a holiday in august, outside a bed and breakfast in sunny southend.
Picture book, when you were just a baby, those days when you were happy, a long time ago.
Na, na, na, na, na na.
Na, na, na, na, na na.
Picture book.
Picture book.
Picture book.
Picture book.
Picture book,
Na, na, na, na na,
Na, na, na, na na,
A-scooby-dooby-doo.
Picture book,
Na, na, na, na na,
Na, na, na, na na,
A-scooby-dooby-doo.
Picture book, pictures of your mama, taken by your papa a long time ago.
Long time ago,
Long time ago,
Long time ago,
Long time ago,
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
song performed by by Kinks
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The forbidden tree grows in serpentine road
It's almost soggy.
Hey! Novice you skid away
And take care my friend.
Ex-Adam had the skill
Though it's a sin.
Anyway who leaves a fruitful tree
without trespassing if it's tasty?
* To my poet friend Duncan.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Poet is free
Poet is free
No grammarian can guide the poet
Do not tell before a poet you are dare
And I know there are so many grammarians
With so many grammars
The poet is one with truth with love
All the grammars old middle modern
Are of no use for a poet
At the time of poet's thought
Poet's love poet's poetry
Nobody can search research poet's history
Nobody can dare to described poet
Poet can create his own language
His own grammar and it does not bother the poet
Whether you like it or not
Leave the poet on his own way
It is better you to read him love him
If you are alive.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Man-eater Shark and the franchised Anchovy
'This Ocean belongs to us and it's a God's gift
Though you're small do not get frightened.
We are true brothers
And we could swim well further.
Beware of human fish my dear
They are very lovable and boast of their deep research of the sea bed.
But remember one thing chum!
These hypocrites catch two birds throwing a stone.' Kind shark advised.
Poor Anchovy just consoled of his intimacy.
*Oh! How beautiful the word 'Exploitation' consisting a dozen of innocent letters?
To my poet friend Anushmadhu.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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We Kill The World
I see mushrooms, atomic mushrooms.
I see rockets, missiles in the sky.
Day by day, more and more,
Where will this lead to
And what is this good for?
Poor world, poor world.
Concrete's rising up,
Where yearerday was park
You heard the robin's song
Heavy tractor runs
Where air was clean and cool
Make money, bringing fuel.
Where will this lead to
And what is this good for?
A poor world, poor world.
Fishes doomed to die
As people live close by
And oaktree falls with moon
Parking lots will come
With flowerfields were bright
As junkyard covers sight!
Where will this lead to
And what is this good for?
Poor world, is hurting bad,
Poor world, is doomed to die.
We kill the world
Kill the world
We surely do
In peace we do!
We kill the world
Kill the world
'cause we don't know
What we are doing!
We kill it
One by one
Don't realize!
And nuclear piles stand like monuments
Of destruction throughout over the country
Promenades must go
So cars can drive in row
New fact'ry towers tall
Farmhouse had to fall
No flowers in the air
Pollution everywhere.
Where will this lead to
And what is this good for?
A poor world, poor world.
Oceans in despair
There's rubbish everywhere
The seaweed chokes in mud
Nature's had her lot
With nuclear waste and rot
And mushrooms bloom as clouds.
Where will this lead to
And what is this good for?
Poor world, is hurting bad,
Poor world, is doomed to die.
We kill the world...
Don't kill the world
Don't let her down.
Do not destroy basic ground.
Don't kill the world
Our means of life.
Lend ear to nature's cry.
Don't kill the world
She's all we have,
And surely is worth to save.
Don't let her die,
Fight for her trees,
Pollution robs air to breathe.
Don't kill the world
Help her survive
And she'll reward you with life
And don't just talk,
Go on and do the one, who wins is you.
Cherish the world,
A present from god
On behalf of all creatures,
Made by the lord
Care for the earth,
Foundation of life
Slow progress down help her survive
song performed by by Boney M.
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I Am A Poet
Iam a poet
ı was born a poet
ı feel that frommy childhood
why the storks
chatter on the chimneys
and nest there
their young beak black
their eggs catch cold in winter
ı am a poet
but sometimes ı am misunderstood
that upsets me
very
sometimes people scold me
why the hell you look at me
strangely
they say
do ı resemble someone
do you recognise me
ı am just a poet
ı cannot say
ı s ı t my fault
to be born poet
ı wanna write a poem about you
so ı look and try to understand
your attitude
why does this bother you
ı was born so
ı watch a little child
leaving her mother
throwing herself to the water shower
in the pool in spring
then ı ask the child to return to mother
cause she is looking eagerly looking AFTER
does not like a stranger
she does not know what a poet is too
and lives plain and direct
ı am a poet
ı wish
ı were not born so
ı long for a humble and simple life
living may be in poverty
cause understands me nobody
even the closest around me
poem by Metin Sahin
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A Message Here For All You Poets
The love poet writes of lovely things like true love and flowers in bloom
And the roses in the poet's garden scent of a sweet perfume
And the gentle hearted applaud him saying what a marvellous poet
He surely is a child of God and one worthy of note.
The love poet writes of love of God and the God fearing say
He's a fine poet one of the best love and respect to God he pay
He hear no evil speak no evil only write of God and love
And there's a place reserved for him in God's Kingdom up above.
The social issues poet writes of the poor and few his verses read
They say he writes such morbid stuff sob stories we do not need
He keeps highlighting the downtrodden and those in poverty
He ought to put more trust in God and in Humanity.
A message here for all you poets don't write of the downtrod
But write of affairs of your heart and write of your love of God
And some will say how great you are and your praises they will sing
And they will pay respect to you and call you their Poetic Queen or King.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Miracles sometimes occur, but one has to work terribly hard for them.
quote by Chaim Weizmann
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A Visit to Victoria's Secret
I made a left
and pulled into the huge
Staten Island Mall parking lot
my sister and Nancy hopped out
racing into Victoria’s Secret
store packed
noticed a small carpeted section
motioned to my sister
sat down
watching women
examine racks and racks
of skimpy panties, silk slips, push-up bras
et cetera, et cetera
also four Transvestites
well, we all want happiness
I said to myself
no harm in a few accouterments
to help
in such a valiant effort.
Suddenly my sister appeared
holding a white silk bra
connected with several strips of more white silk
to a pair of white silk panties.
Nancy’s husband fooled around
here today to lure him back
gave my sister ideas, fears
her dear husband Howard might do the same
so in this place to make sure he stayed home.
“Very provocative, ” I declared.
“Howard just
loved Ellen Barkin wearing this in The Big Easy.”
“He loves you
only lusts after her.”
“Want him to lust after me.”
“Love is better than lust.”
poem by Charles Chaim Wax
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They Call Me Dodgy The Quickest Vicar In The West (Fun Poem 15)
A trip of a smile,
confidence aside,
I knock on the door,
wondering what treasures,
behind it may hide.
She answers the door,
so self assured
a smile there waiting,
and so is allure.
We talk for a while,
and then she shows me her meat
pie, that is to be sure,
because I am the Dodgy Vicar,
Dave is the name.
However, that is not what some call me,
but I do not use words profane.
I am trying to be a poet,
but I am a bit tame or is it lame.
I am not very fat, nor am I lean.
You can read about my antics,
at the site of JoJo Bean.
She has already recorded four,
and the poor girl wants some more.
Heaven help the poor fallen child.
9 May 2007
poem by David Harris
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To E. C. S.
Poet and friend of poets, if thy glass
Detects no flower in winter's tuft of grass,
Let this slight token of the debt I owe
Outlive for thee December's frozen day,
And, like the arbutus budding under snow,
Take bloom and fragrance from some morn of May
When he who gives it shall have gone the way
Where faith shall see and reverent trust shall know.
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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I've also committed my time and resources to many local organizations like Christmas in April, Catholic Community Services, and Hudson County Meals on Wheels.
quote by Vincent Frank
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