How my mother survives
Under the asem tree my mother sold eggs
For struggeling our life
With six members in my family
Untill I finished yet of my graduated
But at time political science only usefull when support military rezim
And difficult to have job forever
Suffering from schooling without shoes
until repression under the military shoes
and pressure under militer guns
created deadly imagination over generations
when the critical point come
the new orde created only mountly debt and shoestring criminal
in the rest of people
who fight each-other
when the elite debate after fight with her wife
and run to the mistress with high cost
to build the highway, starbuilding and pabric
with the artificial creditletter and not enough credit guaranty
with the debt people should pay in the future
only for pleasure heart of mistress under their brassiere
poem by Prasetya Utama
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Step Into These Shoes
Step into these shoes feel this heart
Step into these shoes they might fit you
See through these eyes might be the same view
If Id lived through the same things as you
Id share the laughs, and cry the tears that you do
Chorus
Step into these shoes and feel this heart
Step into these shoes no reason to fight
Look into m mind it might fit you
Act out this part is it so different to you
Even if we dont ever agree
The only difference is cosmetically
Step into these shoes no reason to fight
Step in step into these shoes and feel this heart
Just feel my heart it beats with you
We float downstream in the same canoe
You might find the ocean faster than me
But Ill see it eventually
Step into these shoes and feel this heart
Step into these shoes no reason to fight
Step into these shoes and feel this heart
Oh feel this heart please feel it
Step into these shoes and feel this heart oh feel
This heart please feel it
Step into these shoes and feel this heart
Step in step into these shoes no reason to fight
Step in step into these shoes and feel this heart
Step in step into these shoes no reason to fight anymore
Feel this heart oh feel it
Step in step into these shoes no reason to fight
song performed by by Howard Jones
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
I mean, the people who run Guantanamo, the military, pretty much dismiss complaints by the detainees because they say that they're all created as part of a political process to sort of fake complaints and get public support.
quote by Jane Mayer
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
All Hail My Dear Mistress I
My dear mistress
People comment on you
Even in my presence
Your love in me is hard to take away
People respect me
Because of you
Your succulent lips
Makes me go crazy
My dear mistress
Your love in me
Is like a precious seed planted
That is hard to uproot
My dear mistress
I am happy and sad
Because I fear for the future
That we missed out on each other
My dear mistress
Oh lord!
I wish you prepared her for me
To marry in future
I wish she mothered my future children
My dear mistress.
poem by Tolulope Modupe
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Have Mercy
Stop all the violence
Let's ended the war
put down the guns
open out eye to see
how people are suffering
how people are dying
Have Mercy
we are human
no need to hunt us down
all we need
is a piece of love
have mercy god created us to be together
to work together
to live together
have mercy
we here not to fight
not to kill
not to be struggling
we here to share our love
to support each other
Have some mercy
poem by Guenael Oristel
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
In My Father's Shoes
The lamp of the bright life darkened.
When my father life was taken by God.
It was the darkest moment ever
experienced by my mother and family.
We are family of ten. I am the eldest.
That time I was twenty years of age.
A new graduate and has no job yet.
My mother's teary, query eyes was on me.
I saw in her eyes what she meant
sickly diabetic mother, ten children
with five years old as the youngest.
Thats a lot to feed in one day and on.
I was dumbstruck. Like in a black cloak
on my face with small hole to peep.
I have to visualize the future. Survival
I have to toil and family to take care of.
In storm of life we are in. We should get out.
I step up, step in to my father's shoes.
And walk to search the sunshine of hope.
Then I took the road across the ocean.
From east, to west end road sunshine I found.
At that side of the world I got the decent job.
Earnings, enough to pay my mother's
health bills and family expenses.
Finally time came, self sacrifices paid off.
My brothers and sisters finished college.
Load to my shoulders time to unload
That's I think of, but I can't.
Poverty in my native land, social cancer of sort.
Still I have to run, carry the load to bear.
To take the shoes off? Nay. Still to wear, support.
I have conscience, a heart, I care.
poem by Ency Bearis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
My Dear Mistress
My dear mistress
You put on your make up
You put on your fancy cloths
Your services paid for in good dues
Dirty laundry in high places is kept
Every night inside the soul is wept
But still you go on yet
As you have always done
As you are doing right now
As you always will
Past
Present
Future
Till you're used up goods
All alone
Nobody wants you
Nobody ever wanted you for you
With an sensational appetite to violate you in every way
One after another
Running a train of the elite
Money you come to love so well
Will be your hell
For upon acquiring it people come at you for different reasons.
To take you for everything you have
My dear mistress
I can only pray for your forgiveness
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The U.S. Military is us. There is no truer representation of a country than the people that it sends into the field to fight for it. The people who wear our uniform and carry our rifles into combat are our kids, and our job is to support them, because they're protecting us.
quote by Tom Clancy
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Yes Yes
when God created love he didn't help most
when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
when God created me He created me
when God created the monkey He was asleep
when He created the giraffe He was drunk
when He created narcotics He was high
and when He created suicide He was low
when He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountians and the sea and fire at the same time
He made some mistakes
but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe.
Submitted by .eve.
poem by Charles Bukowski
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Incredible Shrinking Country
It’s become more and more evident that there
is a concerted effort by global oligarchs to emotionally,
and financially bankrupt the United States of America.
Wall Street bankers, Federal Reserve Bank, corrupt
Politicians and the Military/industrial complex
are the instruments of the destruction.
The “Derivatives” debacle created more debt than the
American people will ever be able to effectively reduce,
much less pay off.
Greed drew in other Countries that are now moving toward
or are already bankrupt. The “domino effect” threatens to
destroy global economy. Global elite have effectively enslaved
the World using debt.
To further globalist agenda;
Higher food and oil prices.
U.S. monopoly of dollars for oil no longer effective, as
Russia with its enormous oil reserves and production
is selling oil to Europe and China for Euros and gold.
The ultimate goals of the globalist elite include;
1. One world government
2. One world currency
3. One world religion
4. Control of world food production
5. Eugenics and reduction of world population
'He also forced everyone, small and great, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive a mark on his right hand or on his forehead so that no one could buy or sell unless he had the mark, which is the name of the beast or the number of his name. This calls for wisdom. If anyone has insight, let him calculate the number of the beast, for it is man's number. His number is 666'
(Rev.13: 16-18)
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Heartless Brothers
Who is this Future everyone talks about?
They have been talking about him since I was born
Good things all the time
I hope the world see you for who you are
I am yet to meet you
And tell you about the Past
Your heartless brother who have no mercy
Looking at him reminds me of sorrow
From the Past born of pain I looked to you for comfort
You never took time to give me your ear
Yet you destroyed so many of my people everyday
You kept taking my beloved people
All gone!
In the hopes of one day living their dreams
Dreams based on nothing but hope
Future give back the souls you stole!
Earth spit up the children you swallowed!
I heard God weeping, tears rolling down causing Tsunamis
Emitting words too heavy for my ears to hear
Crying for the children of Africa
He created the world, we created continents
He created land we created borders
All cause of pleasing Future, the invisible bum
Now we fight each other for the 'better Future'
The unseen goddess who care not for mortals
What I know now is I will meet you Future
But I won't have time to tell you what you done
Cause the day I meet you the Son of Man
Will be by my side to take me home
Where there is no lies about you
Where there is no tomorrow
Without tomorrow there is no you Future
Without tomorrow there is no you Past
Only me and the present
poem by Thabang SenoshaMashakane
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Quality and Choice Used For the Safety Net
Should people of greed,
Be thrown a lifeline?
When their digressions and selfishness,
Created their own suffering...
From a gluttony that brought upon them regret.
Should those who oppose,
Keep their mouths closed?
While the government prioritizes,
Their selectiveness.
With a tremendous concentration...
That helps relieve their overwhelming debt!
Should those be expected to endure familiar neglect?
To protect the sticky fingers of such blatant theft.
As the needs of the already weakened,
Are push aside!
While a few who created this downslide...
Discuss and choose amongst themselves,
The quality and choice used for the safety net!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
My Name Is Qalme-Tari
My name is Qalme-Tari
Mistress of Death.
Were I go
People will follow.
My name is Qalme-Tari
Mistress of Death.
Were I go
Death follows.
My name is Qalme-Tari
Mistress of Death.
I bring death
Upon people of injustice.
My name is Qalme-Tari
Mistress of Death.
Death for people of injustice.
Tyrants beware!
My name is Qalme-Tari
Mistress of Death.
Dictators beware
I come for thee.
My name is Qalme-Tari
Mistress of Death.
Kidnapers beware
I come for thee.
My name is Qalme-Tari
Mistress of Death.
Child abusers beware
I come for thee.
My name is Qalme-Tari
Mistress of Death.
For those of injustice
I am Death.
My name is Estela
Mistress of Hope
For those of purity
I am Hope
My name is Qalme-Tari
Mistress of Death.
The in just
Shall flee before me.
My name is Estela
Mistress of Hope
The pure
Shall follow me.
My name is Qalme-Tari
Mistress of Death.
My name is Estela
Mistress of Hope
Were I go
People will flee.
Were I go
People will follow.
I am Qalme Tari Mistress of Death Nat. Norville.
Cretics Welcome
poem by Athena Goddess of Wisdom Lumis Light to all
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Solving a problem created by debt... by creating more debt is a fool's errand.
quote by Olivier Sarkozy
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
No Military for Me
No military for me,
No tanks or guns,
Or army ranks -
To hell with it all -
No military for me,
No stupid generals
Deciding who lives
Or dies -
No young recruits
Blindly following
Orders to dropp
Bombs on children
No heroes, no trenches,
No waiting wives
Or crying mothers,
Nobody to fight for me
Or my freedoms
Except myself alone -
No deaths to mourn,
No dead children,
No crippled and maimed
Bodies and wasted lives
No military for me,
I don't need any of it,
None of your fucking
Bombs, grenades
And helicopters
None of your nuclear
Weapons to explode
Up someone's ass -
No military for me -
Just keep it,
Shove it and forget it
Wrap it in your flag
And throw it out
The window -
For I'm just fine
Without it.
November 11,2006
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
We're quickly moving to the point where we will have no military bases in the Northeast, and this undermines support for the military. We are a nation of citizen soldiers.
quote by Rob Simmons
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Hit The Highway
Your way
No way
Do it my way
Or hit the highway
Your way
No way
Do it my way
Or hit the highway
I respect your point of view
Youve got your thoughts
Ive got mine too
But youll be out of here
If I dont hear the words I want to hear
Your way
No way
You do it my way
Or you can hit the highway
Ive watched you
Backsliding
Then theres trouble
You, your always hiding
Now if I was in your shoes
I might look at me and think
Theres a fool
But Im not in your shoes
And I dont have to play
By your set of rules no no
Your way
Let me tell you that theres no way
No way you do it my way
Or you can hit the highway
Hit it again
Your way
No way
Do it my way
Or hit the highway
Im stating - not negotiating
You want more
Theres the door
song performed by by Proclaimers
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Even military ministers have no more than a certain amount of control. It is customary that they have the right and the power to participate, from a political and military point of view, in the planning of actual operations.
quote by Hideki Tojo
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Love your family
Newely married
Husband and
wife...
Sincerley
Love move the bed...
Wife with
Husband...
Don't fight...
Every time...
Speand the
Love on
The bed...
Don't waste
The time...
If you are
Imedetely start
The fight...
Life was boor...
Minde gore...
So...
Married one are
Two years run...
Fight too fight...
Words and hit too
Fight...
With love...
Every day's family life
It is simple...
Take it easy to live...
With your family love...
Ok...
My dear husband
And wife...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
It takes three to make a family
(The Mistress or mother)
My son was a gift,
But his father didn't think so,
He left me alone,
With his son I mind you,
I was just a girl,
And he a man,
He did not care,
He left me bowed eyes and broken,
A Lord was he and I Mistress was I,
We were in two different worlds,
Seperated by our familes,
But our son not like us,
A son forced to see his parents like this,
I can still do te best for him,
His father is a monster not a man,
I am scared for my son,
What of his life?
No, I must do my best for him,
If I don't I'll let both of us down,
Years have past and now my son is a man,
I'm dying slowly,
I don't want my son to worry,
I know that I'm on my deathbed,
And I'm as king forJesus.
(Lord or father)
I did not leave her,
She left me,
I couldn't find her,
I wanted my son,
She didn't give him,
Now she's gone and my son with me,
My son's mother was my late wife,
I wanted them both,
But she sought me to be a demon,
Lies upon lies,
I was persuaded from my mother,
My wife listened to our converesation,
Many years later my son is married,
Now I'm going to meet my wife,
Together in heaven,
We have all eternity,
Jesus please keep our son.
(Son)
I am a man who loves,
Mom and dad didn't know,
I am the birth of their future,
They died without knowing me,
I am their son,
But all their time was fighting,
Mentally and emotional,
I spent my childhood afraid of them,
On a nevering chase against time,
My family will teach and give me love,
Years, many, many, years later,
I am a great grandfather,
Now and finally I am on my deathbed,
And I'm happy,
A tear has fallen out my eye,
I am now ready to reunite with,
Both my mother and father,
Jesus thank you for bringing,
The family together at last.
poem by Qeeony Luv
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Uniforms
(3/9/12)
So many uniforms worn in this life, and inside them
You'll find your loved ones -your soul mate
Son, daughter, husband, or wife.
Firemen, policemen, nurses, and military too
They all have a job to do.
And as you look at them with pride
You thank god they're by your side.
The uniform does not make the person
But the person makes the uniform.
Because in it they pour the heart and soul
And it's there where they belong.
The firemen and women who run into a burning house
The cop who goes into the line of fire
The nurse who held their hand on you to stop the bleeding
And of course the military soldier
Who protects our country day and night
And will give up their lives in a fight.
Yet we do not stop and say:
"Thank you for all that you do
I am very proud to know you."
Their uniforms are just their shells
And at times they go thru hell.
But there is a person who never wore a uniform
But created all of them who wear it.
He is all these people rolled into one
He is "GODS SON".
He made these uniforms so that we can see their worth
And it was given to them from their birth.
So many uniforms to show what we do
But it doesn't show the inner you.
This uniform is seen only by god
It is called the human heart.
This uniform can not be replaced
by anything on this earth
For it was given by god at our birth.
We can be as beautiful or as vicious
As any animal on this earth, or as
Soft and sensitive as the most delicate flower
This is given to us from the lords powers.
Let us rejoice in what he has given
And make this life " worth living".
© L.Rams
poem by Louis Rams
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!