Earth
Sun raises
In the east
Was not true...
Runding
The earth...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Wild East
(ian hunter)
Well its tuesday night
How Id like to be inside at this time
Watchin t.v. is killin me
Its such a drag tonight
I feel like jason
Just found a rusty fleece
And the cyclops all laughin at me
You cant tame wild east
Wild east wild east
Wild east wild east
Now some cynic from the methadone clinic
He keeps on bothering me
He writes all my lyrics backwards on diapers
And hangs em from the local trees
Watch out, white boy
Dont argue with a sawn off piece
Im a crazy son, mama
I love the grease of wild east
Wild east wild east
Wild east wild east
Wild east wild east
Wild east wild east
Now jezebel dont feel too well, she talks to jane
bout a one way conversation on a subway train
Hey! they took away her wallet and her valise
Love hate, love hate, love hate, love hate, wild east
Wild east wild east
Wild east wild east
Wild east wild east
Wild east come on crazy wild east
(repeat and fade)
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Far East Man
While the world wages war
It gets harder to see
Who your friends really are
I wont let him down
Got to do what I can
I wont let him drown
Hes a far east man
All these ups and those downs
Makes me question what love is
Is it a lie or worthwile
I wont let him down
Got to do what I can
I wont let him drown
Hes a far east man
Sometime is so short
But it takes so long
Wondering if it is
Or if Im wrong
Even then my heart seems
To be the one in charge
Can only do what it tells me
We cant let them down
Weve got to do what we can
We cant let him drown
Hes a far east man
Looks like right here on earth
God, its hellish at times
But I feel that a heavens in sight
And I cant let hin down
Got to do what I can
I cant let him drown
Hes a far east man
song performed by by George Harrison
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A Fine Culture
They were indeed simple people
the people of the east
A FINE CULTURE they did have
the people of the east
A FINE CULTURE
the east should have given the rest
when the west brought out the 'machine'
the east brought out the 'human'
Today's world is not lacking in machine
Today's world is lacking in human
Today's east is sending 'productive men' all over
the east should have sent 'human men' all over
How did the east stray?
when did it loose it's way?
The east then found everything in simplicity
simplicity was it's strength and beauty
simplicity gave the east it's integrity
simplicity never ever gave the east an inferiority
Today the east mocks the west
the 'material' wealth of the west..has
put to rest...the
true spirit of the east
We blame it on simplicity
we say we were plundered due to our simplicity
a handed down book on simplicity
only became a liability..we say
What the west had gained
everybody did gain...the 'machine'
what the east had lost
everbody did loose...the 'human'
Today what are we in
an 'un human' man is managing a dangerous dumb 'machine'...and
THAT'S THE DANGER WE ARE IN...without
a fine culture
poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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True courage is like a kite; a contrary wind raises it higher.
quote by John Petit-Senn
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The Sun Burns East to West
The Sun Burns East to West
(Earth’s Creation to the end of an Ice Age)
© 2008 (Jim Sularz)
Sun’s first rise over life-less skies,
the Earth cools, and the waters pool -
the Sun burns East to West.
And the planet’s broken plates quake and move.
Lightning strikes, the waters stir,
and the bonds of life begin to churn -
the Sun burns East to West.
And the waters swirl in a living urn.
Strange aquatic things, they all evolve,
some spiny finned, start to crawl -
the Sun burns East to West.
And they slowly stretch erect and tall.
Eons past where the cunning reign, a savage place,
with small sized brains -
the Sun burns East to West.
And the dead surrender their twisted remains.
An asteroid streaks from the sky, blocks out the Sun,
cause most to die -
the Sun burns East to West.
And all in a blink of Time’s eye.
Footprints in stone, some on mountainsides,
make it clear that rocks don’t lie -
the Sun burns East to West.
And the Fossils always tell the Time.
Eons past and Eons more, the fittest evolves,
and Man is born -
the Sun burns East to West.
And the early brain, once fast asleep,
begins to dream and mourn.
The first million years, Man lives in fear, learns to hunt,
invents the spear -
the Sun burns East to West.
And migrates to claim the vast frontiers.
Tools from stone and controlled fire, creates language,
that shake Man’s empire -
the Sun burns East to West.
And splash Cave paintings with Human inspire.
Life-times of hunter-gathering,
and story-telling in the dark -
the Sun burns East to West.
And a World spins with a Million hearts.
The Earth starts to warm, the oceans rise,
and the waters shape the lands -
the Sun burns East to West.
And when an Ice Age ends, then comes, the Age of Man.
poem by Jim Sularz
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Is it is love
Moon and sun
Booth are lovers
Love everyday
For day and night
Sun was very hot
Moon was very cold
But booth are loving
What...
Moon and sun
booth are lovers?
Long long
Years...
Moon and sun
loving...
day by day
making
night and day...
its nature
But runding
the earth help
of moon and sun
love...
is it is love....
poem by Poet Selvakumar
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Do Not Believe
Do not believe
Anything true
This east west
This birth death
This eating putting
This going coming
Do not believe
Anything anything.
Do not believe
There is sky
Do not believe
Birds fly
Animals cry
Do not believe
This defeat victory
This land this country
Here and there
You are not free.
Do not believe
Anything true
And you are not false
In this burning rows
There is no distinction
True false
And it is true
And it is false.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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To glimpse one’s own true nature is a kind of homegoing, to a place East of the Sun, West of the Moon — the homegoing that needs no home, like that waterfall on the upper Suli Gad that turns to mist before touching the earth and rises once again into the sky.
quote by Peter Matthiessen
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Every expression of human mental life can be understood as a kind of language, and this understanding, in the manner of a true method, everywhere raises new questions.
quote by Walter Benjamin
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Obe Of My Time.
Here comes the obe of my
time, he comes with
seriousness all over his face.
Here he comes with his destiny
on his both hands.
Obe of my time, all his after is
his future, he believe that not
even the pretty flower of the
earth can take his destiny
away from him not even any
amount of cowries can make
him change his mind about
his future.
Obe of my time, he never raises
his hands on the childern of the
earth which make them love him
more than any creature, he comes
out once in full moon to play with
the childern of the earth.
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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Star of the east
Star of the East, that long ago
Brought wise men on their way
Where, angels singing to and fro,
The Child of Bethlehem lay--
Above that Syrian hill afar
Thou shinest out to-night, O Star!
Star of the East, the night were drear
But for the tender grace
That with thy glory comes to cheer
Earth's loneliest, darkest place;
For by that charity we see
Where there is hope for all and me.
Star of the East! show us the way
In wisdom undefiled
To seek that manger out and lay
Our gifts before the child--
To bring our hearts and offer them
Unto our King in Bethlehem!
poem by Eugene Field
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Daughters on sale!
(Indian girls go through hell like situation. This poem raises a question, where will it end!
Yes, its true!
-Daughters are on sale
Yes, one rues!
-Ethics are on bail
A girl child
works as maid
A child bride
is paid!
A girl
still lags
A daughter
Still begs!
Yes, it true
Girl is banned!
Alas, daughter
Is means to reach an end!
poem by Ashish Dimri
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Show Me
Hold me very tight,
Of the stars of my light;
Show me the way to success,
Of the stars of my life;
With tears and sorrows to all mankind.
The sun rises from the east to the west,
So let the beauty of the earth do give us hope;
I need the place where true love is like,
The place where there are no guns and wars.
Oh human race, do show me the way;
Show me faithfully to the wolrd so sweet,
For i need a place where true love is.
The beauty of the earth is like,
The beauty of my love;
Of a pure heart is the hill of my light,
Like where there are no hate and worries.
Show me the way, of the stars of my life;
Hold me and lead me on, of the tsars of my light;
For i need a place where love is,
Like a place where there are no bombs and racism.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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It All Comes True
I stand here a black man I have no history
I was brought up in east chicago and I grew up on the streets
The chains around the playground were the chains around my heart
The brand upon my shoulder well it reminds you who you are
Chorus:
And it all comes true yes it all comes true
Like a wheel inside a wheel it turns on you
And you think, what have I done? what can I do?
What you believe about yourself
It all comes true
I was just a young girl my mother called me hon
My father was unhappy cause I should have been his son
They said, learn to be a waitress and learn to be a wife
And be thankful for a chance to live an ordinary life
Chorus:
And it all comes true yes it all comes true
Like a wheel inside a wheel it turns on you
And you think, what have I done? what can I do?
What you believe about yourself
It all comes true
My life is a contradiction of sorrow and desire
I drag my heart across the ash to throw it on the fire
Maybe theres a reason and could there be a plan
Or are we all just fools to think well understand
Chorus:
And it all comes true yes it all comes true
Like a wheel inside a wheel it turns on you
And you think, what have I done? what can I do?
What you believe about yourself
It all comes true
And it all comes true yes it all comes true
Like a wheel inside a wheel it turns on you
And you think, what have I done? what can I do?
What you believe about yourself
It all comes true
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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In The East
I am in the east
And the sun rises in the east.
I am in the east
I am under self-rule
And you are always
Follow me
And doing is following.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The global importance of the Middle East is that it keeps the Far East and the Near East from encroaching on each other.
quote by Dan Quayle
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Tribute to John Masefield 1878-1967
Creed.
I hold that when a person dies.
His soul will return to earth again
Arrayed in some new fleshly disguise.
Another mother gives him birth
with sturdier limbs and brighter brain.
The old soul takes to the road again.
Glosa
I hold that when a person dies
They will receive a second chance.
This universal rule applies
in each and every circumstance.
Although there’s room for argument
To hold this view I am content.
His soul will return to earth again
One life is insufficient
To judge the worth of simple men.
Who go astray by accident
and if their truly penitent.
This does not warrant punishment.
Another mother gives him birth
and raises him with tender care.
Another chance to prove his worth
What I believe is nothing new
but I am certain it is true.
With sturdier limbs and brighter brain.
He will resume his journeying.
Better equipped to start again
he is prepared for anything.
That he may meet upon his quest.
His only task to do his best.
The old soul takes the road again.
As all immortal souls must do.
It’s not important where or when.
What I believe may not be true.
I am content to wait and see
I will find out eventually
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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My Cat
At home
My cat was
Thear...
My cat
Did not catch
The rat's...!
Day and night
Runding the rat's
At home
Very nasty...
My cat was thear
But...,
No use...? !
Some time
My cat catch
The rat
play to home
It is interesting
For your self...
My self more woory....!
What can i do? !
Rat's is not my rat's
Cat is my dear cat
Very lazy cat;
Some time...,
Milk also did not drink
It is my lazy cat...!
Cat is not only
My cat it is my child...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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The Wind's Journey
Winds blowing from the east
Transplanted scents into the west,
Wandered into jungles of concrete wall,
Struggling to fit in cranny nooks of tall
Structures, that hastens its journey through
Man-made woods – a jungle of towers blew
And drove the wind from western grey mist,
Back to the east, refresh and crisply blest,
While easterly mist touched the west wind
And blow forth again to trees and leaves of green
From east to the west its circular route dawdle
Wanting to re-touch thus lingered to mingle
Attempting to refine a wind made stale
By man’s rancorous ill will, east wind’s wail
The west wind wavered, intertwined forever
To retouch and refresh the earth’s dwindling fresh air
poem by Jona PoloRamirez
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It is only fantasy, not true!
Just imagine that earth is the size of a pinhead,
The universe may be the size of the earth.
when The universe is the size of the earth.
that earth may be the size of a pinhead,
The maximum time difference is less than a day,
Wherever we travel on the earth in pain or gay,
When we travel east or west, we either lose or gain,
A few of hours of the past and the future,
when the morning arrives earlier or later,
While the people, their age and their progress are the same,
But we gain or lose only less than a day on this planet of a pinhead.
When we travel in the universe which is the size of the earth,
How many years and decades that we need to go for a round,
When we travel east and west, we lose and gain in years,
Many years of past and the future that exists at the same moment,
So, when the time travelers return, they wouldn't be younger, not lament,
To look for their gone ancestors in the changed land scape,
As the human wherever they go and whatever they do,
They age at same pause gradually, not one age faster,
The other remain younger during the same period of roster.
I am a time traveler to travel faster to reach the future,
or dig the past, I am always the contemporary human to ponder.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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