Fragment: What Men Gain Fairly
What men gain fairly -- that they should possess,
And children may inherit idleness,
From him who earns it—This is understood;
Private injustice may be general good.
But he who gains by base and armed wrong,
Or guilty fraud, or base compliances,
May be despoiled; even as a stolen dress
Is stripped from a convicted thief; and he
Left in the nakedness of infamy.
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Paradoxical bases
One earns wisdom by learning.
One gets learning by errors.
Are errors the base for wisdom?
One attains moral by conviction.
One gains conviction by sins.
Are sins the root Of the moral?
One exudes kindness by loving.
One experiences love from insecurity.
Is insecurity the base for kindness?
One gets detachment by dispossessing.
One gets dispossessed from ennui.
Is ennui the base for detachment?
Evil is the mother of God.
18.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Nap Taker
No - I did not take a nap -
The nap - took - me
off the bed and out the window
far beyond the sea,
to a land where sleepy heads
read only comic books
and lock their naps in iron safes
so that they can't get took.
And soon as I came to that land,
I also came to grief.
The people pointed at me, shouting,
'Where's the nap, you thief?'
They took me to the courthouse.
The judge put on his cap.
He said, 'My child, you are on trial
for taking someone's nap.
'Yes, all you selfish children,
you think just of yourselves
and don't care if the nap you take
belongs to someone else.
It happens that the nap you took
without a thought or care
belongs to Bonnie Bowlingbrook,
who's sittin' cryin' there.
'She hasn't slept in quite some time -
just see her eyelids flap.
She's tired drowsy - cranky too,
'cause guess who took her nap?'
The jury cried, 'You're guilty, yes,
you're guilty as can be.
But just return the nap you took
And we might set you free.'
'I did not take that nap,' I cried,
'I give my solemn vow,
and if I took it by mistake
I do not have it now.'
'Oh fiddle-fudge,' cried out the judge,
your record looks quite sour.
Last night I see you stole a kiss,
Last week you took a shower,
'You beat your eggs, you've whipped your cream,
at work you punched the clock,
You've even killed an hour or two,
we've heard you darn your socks.
We know you shot a basketball,
you've stolen second base,
and we can see you're guilty
from the sleep that's on your face.
'Go lie down on your blanket now
and cry your guilty tears.
I sentence you to one long nap
for ninety million years.
And when the other children see
this nap that never ends,
no child will ever dare to take
somebody's nap again.'
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Fragments - Lines 0183 - 0192
Among rams and asses and horses, Kyrnos, we look for those
Of noble breeding, and a man wants them to mate
From worthy stock. Yet a noble man does not mind marrying
A base woman of base birth if she brings him money in abundance,
Nor does a woman shrink from becoming the wife of a base man
With wealth; she prefers a rich husband to a worthy one.
Money is what they honor; the noble weds a base man's daughter,
The base a worthy man's: wealth mixes stock.
Thus do not be amazed, son of Polypaos, that the citizen's stock
Is growing feeble, for what is noble is being mixed with what is base.
Until the Chinese decide to compete fairly it will be up to us to do what we can to further protect our manufacturing base, and ensure we keep the good paying jobs we already have.
quote by Mike Rogers
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Laissez Les Bon Temps Rouler
Yes...
I love the foreplay.
And a touching we both get.
With the kissing done in tenderness,
When stripped to nakedness.
YES...
I LOVE THE FOREPLAY.
And a touching we both get.
With the kissing done in tenderness,
When stripped to nakedness.
YES...
I LOVE THE FOREPLAY.
AND A TOUCHING WE BOTH GET.
With the kissing done in tenderness,
When stripped to nakedness.
YES...
I LOVE THE FOREPLAY.
AND A TOUCHING WE BOTH GET.
WITH THE KISSING DONE IN TENDERNESS,
When stripped to nakedness.
YES...
I LOVE THE FOREPLAY.
AND A TOUCHING WE BOTH GET.
WITH THE KISSING DONE IN TENDERNESS,
WHEN STRIPPED TO NAKEDNESS.
Yes...
I do!
'And I gather you are a screamer too? '
Aux contrare, mon ami.
Tu et moi...
Moan!
Laissez les bon temps rouler.
C'est si bon!
N'est pas? Oui.
'I get the 'we' bit.
But I'm not so sure about the nest,
Pa!
Yours or mine? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Valued Are Sought
Don’t lend value to the one
Who earns and spends a lot,
Who possess everything hot
And who does fraud and grow great.
Because you value one for wealth
The one gets it at any cost.
Ignore and despise such person.
Tendency to exploit will fade.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Children's Care
'Worry not, we are safe and alive'
Thank god world has come to relive'
To the expectation and to rescue the children
World over for nourishment and care even
Millions of children live without proper food
That basic need was not estimated or understood
Some of the parts in world still lack preliminary care
Yet many areas have been provided with cover and perform better
Many quarters claim children as an asset and future
For the countries and world at large for sure
They are the custodians and backbone life line
We expect them to take on with the task left behind
Some of the countries lack means and sources
They have no back up and solid economic base
As result, many areas go under famine belt
Basis need is understood well and genuinely felt
The birth rate is improving but not at satisfactory level
We have yet to come up fairly even with that of medical
Lot of basic drugs is to be provided free to needy
Many countries are not equipped well to cope with or are ready
Overall improvement is noticed in many countries
Lots of centers have come up with the help of missionaries
Many more organizations are stepping in with challenges
The children front is now well organized and managed
As the garden may have different kind of flowers
Not all the flowers may blossom after rainy showers
Yet we have sacred duty to see that they come up naturally
Their death ratio is reduced and should not go up unexpectedly
Let us celebrate children day as an important event
Any country may want or need overall improvement
Whether in the field of health, wealth or economic progress
The fate of the country may be reflected on children's face
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Epitaph of Hipponax
Behold Hipponax' burialplace,
A true bard's grave.
Approach it not, if you're a base
And base-born knave.
But if your sires were honest men
And unblamed you,
Sit down thereon serenely then,
And eke sleep too.
Tuneful Hipponax rests him here.
Let no base rascal venture near.
Ye who rank high in birth and mind
Sit down-and sleep, if so inclined.
poem by Theocritus
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Sounds From The Baseball Field
Batter in the home place,
That was nobly done;
Try and get the first base-
Run!
Run
! RUN!
Ah, there, short stop, will you miss?
Hear the people cheer and hiss,
Hear them yell and shout.
Twinkling legs and flying feet-
(Oh, I wonder who will beat!)
Faster, faster, out!
Umpire, umpire, go along;
That was wrong, sir, that was wrong.
Pitcher pitches, four balls,
'Take your base, my man.'
Toward the second now he crawls-
'Steal it if you can.'
Oh, the ball has gone so high,
Can they catch it on the fly?
Ah, there is no doubt,
He will get his third, I vow-
Pshaw! the ball has got there now,
'Two men out!'
Umpire, umpire, that was wrong;
Go along, sir, go along.
One man on the first base,
Not a single run.
Boys are warming to the race-
Now look out for fun.
Pitcher's arm maybe is tired;
Batter sudden seems inspired,
Grounds the ball to win.
Run there, run there, run your best,
I am screaming with the rest
'Two men in!'
Umpire, umpire, go away;
Dead wrong, dead wrong, sir, I say.
What's the matter now, pray?
Taking breath, that's all;
But the restless people say
'Play ball, play ball.'
One ball, two strikes, two balls-'Foul.'
Umpire calls, and people howl:
'What is he about?'
Run, run, run, run, Run,
Run
, RUN!
Half the inning now is done,
'Three men out!'
Umpire, umpire, go along;
You are always, always wrong.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Do not gain basely; base gain is equal to ruin.
It's Like Mrs.Chakki's Base
‘It's like Mrs.Chakki’s base’-
It’s a saying in a countryside.
Her husband and the camels
Walk together in the desert.
It’s his first return:
Riyals bless the soul of their dream
With a body; a base of home
Takes its birth on the canal bank.
The oasis allures him again:
He flies over the Arabian sea,
Leaving the base with Mrs.Chakki.
Dream balls roll in her eyes.
She awaits in sweet expectancy,
But the postman passes by,
Like her days,
Holding not out a letter for her.
The decades slip into
The barranca of past,
Leaving wrinkles and silver streaks
On her dreams.
The time partitions every hole
And every chink in the base –
Mongooses, bandicoots
And rats get due shares.
“Will he ever return, Chakki? ”
Silent answer fills her eyes.
‘It's like Mrs.Chakki’s base’-
It’s a saying, and an ember as well.
FABIYAS M V
poem by Fabiyas M V
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Just another flight
At the wind blown, dusty
and cold De Brug that is full of tents
we get into lorries
and at Bloemspruit air force base
near to Bloemfontein
airborne soldiers armed and equipped
at sixteen hundred hours
get onto aircraft
and the Hercules is hardly in the air
(like it is with soldiers
most start sleeping)
as if this thirteen hundred kilometres
is just another flight
to Grootfontein air force base
and I see the sun setting
stars moving past in the sky
and the big yellow moon
while we cross the airspace
of Botswana
and the coming action
is already gnawing at me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Progress always involves risk you can't steal second base and keep your foot on first base.
quote by Frederick Wilcox
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Thief
I shook my head and I grind my teeth
As I stood in horror and also disbelief
My property was stolen, my eyes were swollen
As in my house came and gone was a thief.
They took and stole what was not theirs to own
To their actions and deeds they must condone
They gave no reason, for their sin and treason
But one day soon to these crimes they will atone.
My house to them become their private store
They came through the window and left through the door
They went through my house, as quite as a mouse
But when they left my home it was in an uproar.
I wondered to myself why did they steal from me
What I owned and had was my own property
Questions to my mind, kept my soul in a bind
Why this and why that I kept thinking constantly.
I took deep breaths to bring upon myself relief
Then the solitude came but it was only brief
I clinched a fist, and then my wall I did hit
Then I shouted there is nothing worse than a thief.
poem by Randy McClave
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It seemed that rebellion must have an unassailable base, something guarded not merely from attack, but from the fear of it: such a base as we had in the Red Sea Parts, the desert, or in the minds of the men we converted to our creed.
quote by T.E. Lawrence
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Sadly, every year hundreds of children are victimized by a convicted sexual offender. Convicted predators should be put in prison where they belong and kept away from our Nation's children.
Life
All in the dark we grope along,
And if we go amiss
We learn at least which path is wrong,
And there is gain in this.
We do not always win the race,
By only running right,
We have to tread the mountain's base
Before we reach its height.
The Christs alone no errors made;
So often had they trod
The paths that lead through light and shade,
They had become as God.
As Krishna, Buddha, Christ again,
They passed along the way,
And left those mighty truths which men
But dimly grasp to-day.
But he who loves himself the last
And knows the use of pain,
Though strewn with errors all his past,
He surely shall attain.
Some souls there are that needs must taste
Of wrong, ere choosing right;
We should not call those years a waste
Which led us to the light.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Desire
Ah..... ah....
We may be big or small or black or white , eternally
And black and white is you and me in a special light
We may be young or old or in between ,but this much I know
Together we can learn to grow
In a world thats ever turning its back on you
If you give it all away ,
Make it mine ,ine , ine , ine , mine
You are desire , evrything you need
I give you right or wrong
And you are the woman that i
Base my whole existence on
And when I get to you my
Desire is glowing in your light
These are the golden years we get to live
We lead the way , tomorrow we can start today
In a special light
Love could be good or bad or in between
But this much I learn
Baby , you and I can learn
In a world thats rearranging its reality
If you give it all away
Make it mine , ine , ine , ine , mine
You are desire , evrything you need
I give you right or wrong
And you are the woman that i
Base my whole existence on
And when I get to you my
Desire is glowing in your light
Ah...
And its nice to light a fire
When its cold outside
If you give it all away
Make it mine , ine , ine , ine , mine
You are desire , evrything you need
I give you right or wrong
And you are the woman that i
Base my whole existence on
And when I get to you my
Desire is glowing in your light
(repeat last 3 lines of last verse and fade out )
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Guilty
Just tried to have fun raised hell and then some
I'm a dirt-talkin', beer drinkin', woman chasin' minister's son
Slap on the make-up and blast out the music
Wake up the neighbors with a roar like a teenage heavy metal elephant gun
If you call that guilty then that's what I am
I'm guilty
I'm guilty
I like driving too fast
Love going too far
It seems the law's on my ass every time I stick it out of the door
If you call that guilty then that's what I am
I'm guilty
I'm guilty
Bad boy on a summer night
When the heat makes me mean and I wanna fight
With my pedal to the metal
And I do what I want to do
Bad girls make me feel all right
When it's hot and they start screaming in the night
Golly gee, it's wrong to be so guilty
I'm guilty
Guilty
I'm guilty
My conscience is on vacation in acute degeneration
Willpower has sunk to all-time low
If you call that guilty well I guess I am
I'm guilty
I'm guilty
If you call that guilty then that's what I am
I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty
I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty
Well I'm guilty
Yeah I'm guilty
I don't care
I'm guilty
I think I've been framed anyway
They said I'm guilty
I'm guilty
They're guilty and everyone is guilty
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Thief! ! !
You are a thief
THIEF, THIEF, THIEF
Thief from bones and soul
Thief till dust and ash
THIEF, THIEF, THIEF
Thief who steals and shouts
Thief who cheats and hides
You have a pride
A pride of THIEF
You have an ethic
An ethic of THIEF
You have rules
Rules of THIEF
You take what you want
And run from everyone
Irresponsible about what you’ve done
Leave this mess to be blown
THIEF, THIEF, THIEF
There’s nothing real
From your belonging
You’re just a thief
And why I should follow a thief
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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