Who to Exorcise the Spirit in him?
Friends avoid him as he waves corrupt wands.
The media slight him for his thirsty hands.
He is of a greed-stung tribe
who carry sacks for the bribe.
A tale could be couched knitting all his strands.
Exorcising the ghost in him can't be nipped
and licking of bribes by the laws can't be ripped.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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When Greed Outstrips Needs
When Greed Outstrips Needs (A Rondel of 13 lines)
When outstripped are our needs by Greed
Or love of Fame our still outweighs,
We rush along on mirky ways;
All moral laws we cease to heed.
Traffic signals failing to read,
At break-neck speed our aims we chase,
When outstripped are our needs by Greed
Or love of Fame our skill outweighs.
To harming others should this lead,
So what? For Fame so strong our craze,
The banner 'buy or bribe' we raise!
We mind not making others bleed,
When outstripped are our needs by Greed.
poem by Dr. Tulsi Hanumanthu
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To me, it's always a good idea to always carry two sacks of something when you walk around. That way, if anybody says, 'Hey, can you give me a hand,' you can say, 'Sorry, got these sacks.'
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Meeting You That Evening
meeting you that evening
the enchantment seems endless
my heart has wings and my hands
have magic wands and my mouth
has the magic words of love
it is a fairy tale, and we sleep
in that castle in the clouds and
the soldiers listen to my commands,
and then i wake up without you
my princess turn into an old doll
my magic wands mere matchsticks
love imagined, love unrequited
a bitter pill, a deadly potion.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ripples
Come join the river choir
We sing of deep currents of hope
Love has made us friends
The shoulders are strong
Carry me my friends
I will always pray and stay true
Candles by the forgotten village
Can you hear the ghost dogs?
Shawls and dandelions
Deer and geese
We will always be young
Tears like wine
Night has stars
Old friends never leave
Granite filled with moonlight
Ripples of the ghost river
Ladies as gentle as acoustic guitars
Mello evening with peace signs
Our banner was heard
Our circle is forever
The great circle of the tribes
Surprised by love once again
Ripples as ancient as rivers
Ripples on faces of the waves
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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society runs by bribes
all men are corrupt
why blame one group?
quote by by John Celes
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Silly; Religion: Rich Man Vs. Ghost
honest 'scrooge':
The rich man said 'I care not to breed; time's too valuable to sow my ‘seed'.
Money's my own evil, like cotton has its weevil.
All I really care about is greed.'
rich man is warned:
To rich man one eve came a tall ghost. Said the foretelling ghost to his host:
'All money you can save you can take to your grave,
but in Hell you'll still be scorched toast.'
ooh! scary ghost (not) ! :
Rich man to ghost: 'You're not so clever. You'll find I have no panic lever.
L. R. Hubbard did say 'rich men, live for today;
Scientologists live forever'.'
ghost retorts:
Ghost to rich man: 'I have discovered what became of your L. R. Hubbard.
He told a mighty tale, but his beliefs did fail….
to keep him out of the Devil's cupboard.'
rich man retorts back:
Rich man to ghost: 'I believe you're a liar. I think your tail will be on fire.
I would not hire you …to fix the sole of my shoe, …
let alone 'my soul '. You conspire! ! '
ghost gives up! (almost) :
At that the poor ghost his head did scratch, thinking, perhaps, he'd met his match.
Then he saw the TV. He put on channel three,
and Hubbard's broadcast (from Hell) they did catch.
thankful (formerly-rich) man to ghost:
Rich man said: 'Ghost, I believe you indeed! ! You can leave now on your steed.
but first take my money and bring me a ‘honey',
for I've been long overdue to breed! ! '
poem by Bri Edwards
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I have often noticed that a bribe has that effect - it changes a relation. The man who offers a bribe gives away a little of his own importance; the bribe once accepted, he becomes the inferior, like a man who has paid for a woman.
quote by Graham Greene
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When men are pure, laws are useless; when men are corrupt, laws are broken.
quote by Benjamin Disraeli
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No More Time
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Look around this place and see just what is happening
Tomorrow we will suffer for the way that we have been
Its our own lives we're shortening
While everyone pretends that there is nothing to explain
Poisons & neglected relics out live us & always will be
Justified by what we gain
No more time
Mans greed corrupt & unconcerned
No more time look around you will we ever learn
As bought time ticks away we must think carefully and choose
Forget about our future or learn to live with limitations
Knowing what we've got to lose
So many things to work for many more to work against
Everything disposable resources unreplacable
All profits at our world expense
No more time
Mans greed corrupt & unconcerned
No more time look around you will we ever learn
Mass produced solutions idealistic luxury
Facts & figures always quited calculated to mislead us
Always taken literally
People making so much money wanting only more
Causing so much misery taking from a place
That no one bothers to restore
No more time
Mans greed corrupt & unconcerned
No more time will we ever learn
song performed by by Xentrix
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No More Time
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Look around this place and see just what is happening
Tomorrow we will suffer for the way that we have been
Its our own lives we're shortening
While everyone pretends that there is nothing to explain
Poisons & neglected relics out live us & always will be
Justified by what we gain
No more time
Mans greed corrupt & unconcerned
No more time look around you will we ever learn
As bought time ticks away we must think carefully and choose
Forget about our future or learn to live with limitations
Knowing what we've got to lose
So many things to work for many more to work against
Everything disposable resources unreplacable
All profits at our world expense
No more time
Mans greed corrupt & unconcerned
No more time look around you will we ever learn
Mass produced solutions idealistic luxury
Facts & figures always quited calculated to mislead us
Always taken literally
People making so much money wanting only more
Causing so much misery taking from a place
That no one bothers to restore
No more time
Mans greed corrupt & unconcerned
No more time will we ever learn
song performed by by Xentrix
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The Land Is Bleeding
Greed rapes the innocent earth
Waters with chemicals
Coral reeves dying
Fertilizers corrupt watersheds
Government lobbyists support industry
Laws let Corporations pollute
Fake scientists bought by business
Global warming denied
Corporate media and press
Commercialism, ratings, propaganda
Oil and energy companies lie
Political will ebbs
Genetically modified products
Monsanto creates diseases
Growth hormones, pesticides
Species dying off
Lack of land preservation
Maybe it will take catastrophe?
We ruin our oceans and rivers
All this false freedom that destroys
Huge garbage islands floating in the sea
PCBs, mercury, led
DON'T EAT THOSE FISH!
What are we leaving our children?
The land is bleeding
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Wit's All Been Done Before
I wish I could, innovate,
And try to stretch your minds,
Cause often times, when guys like me,
Do that they leave themselves behind,
To clean a mess, or to impress,
A little bit of everyone,
But to innovate, is a mistake,
Cause there's nothing new under the sun.
Cause we're all getting tired of the media,
Cause it tries too hard to make you write something,
Cause we're all getting tired of the media,
Cause creating something new is just recycling,
Wit, wit's all been done before,
Yeah we do something to death,
Then we dig it up just to do it some more.
In all my lines of warning signs,
But not all with dead ends,
And I'm not sure if the clever words,
All sit well with my friends,
But I will not just sit and watch,
And me the victim fall,
I'll just have to do,
What my gut tells me to,
And hope that you will buy it all.
Cause we're all getting tired of the media,
Cause it tries too hard to make you write something,
Cause we're all getting tired of the media,
Cause creating something new is just recycling,
Wit, wit's all been done before,
Yeah we do something to death,
Then we dig it up just to do it some more,
Wit, wit's all been done before,
Yeah we do something to death,
Then we dig it up just to do it some more.
Originality is a ghost town,
And it's oh so hard to get to,
And waiting until, then people start to hate you,
You scream what you believe out loud in a crowd,
And they will hate you,
Cause repetition's just so safe,
And repetition's just like prison,
And I prefer to be out of place,
Cause I'm not really into prison.
Wit, wit's all been done before,
Yeah we do something to death,
Then we dig it up just to do it some more,
Cause we're all getting tired of the media,
Cause it tries too hard to make you write something,
Cause we're all getting tired of the media,
Cause creating something new is just recycling,
Wit, wit's all been done before,
Yeah we do something to death,
Then we dig it up just to do it some more,
Wit, wit's all been done before,
Yeah we do something to death,
Then we dig it up just to do it some more.
song performed by by Relient K
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Sonnet: Corruption
If hand is greased, no art can be kept clean;
The ‘canvas’ if greased, none can paint on it;
A corrupt society doesn’t want a ‘saint, ’
Men who receive bribes can’t have a straight Dean.
There is no compromise on health matters;
The learned quack can’t make connect diagnosis;
Imagine his treatment and prognosis;
In live’s test-drive, there can’t be defaulters;
Why must you blame the cook for the poor broth?
Blame thyself for the bad ingredients;
A candle-light will attract any moth;
Don’t blame the clouds for being light or dense.
There is a limit for corruption too;
Realize and avoid your Waterloo!
poem by John Celes
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Future Proof
3d :
Borderline kids
Reinforced glass
Earn some friends
Passport photos and a life so bad
Empty pocket
They think it is all...
They think its all...
Its all ripped up on a smaller list? ?
You choose to woke up
Chemical
Chemicals itching
... grave?
...
Seperate the lead gun
Up we ghost
Up we ghost
I love the way you print
Borrowed clothes
I could be numb
I could be numb
Passing through
Borderline case
Future proof
Breathing air
Breathing air
Breathing air
song performed by by Massive Attack
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I Got Stung
Holy smokes land sakes alive I never thought this would happen to me
Ah-ha, yeah, ah-ha yeah
I got stung by a sweet honey bee
What a feelin came over me
Well it started in my eyes, crept up to my head
Flew into my arms, til I was stung dead
Im done, ah-ha, I got stung
Hum ah-ha, yeah ah-ha, yeah
She had all that I wanted and more
Ive never seen honey bees before
Well she started through my ears, buzzing in my brain
Got stung all over but I feel no pain
Im done, ah-ha, I got stung
Well dont think Im complainin
Because Im might pleased that we met
cause you gimme just one little peck on the back of my neck
And I break out in a cold cold sweat
If I live to a hundred and two
I wont let nobody sting me but you
Ill be buzzin round your hive
Evry day at five and Im never gonna leave once I arrive
Im done, ah-ha, I got stung
I got stung yeah, I got stung yeah
Well dont think Im complainin
Cause Im might pleased that we met
cause you gimme just one little peck on the back of my neck
And I break out in a cold cold sweat
If I live to a hundred and two
I wont let nobody sting me but you
Ill be buzzin round your hive
Evry day at five and Im never gonna leave once I arrive
Im done, ah-ha, I got stung, yeah
Im done, ah-ha, I got stung, yeah
Because Im done, ah-ha, I got stung
Hey, ah-ha, yeah
Ah-ha, yeah
Ah-ha, yeah
I got stung, yeah
I got stung, yeah
I got stung, yeah
I got stung, yeah , yeah , yeah , yeah , yeah , yeah , yeah
I got stung, yeah
I got stung, stung, stung yeah, yeah ... yeah
I got stung, stung, stung yeah, yeah ... yeah
I got yeah, yeah, yeah
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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O! Death Stop
O! Death stop, O! Time tarry, stay;
Enlarge the hours of night and day.
On the soft beach of poetry I stand,
The waves touch, caress the cold sand.
Bring they to me the colourful beads,
It is the time to fold the worldly deeds.
And to pick all the pearls scattered,
As the world seems to be shattered.
Allow me to join the beads in strings,
Let me replace with the fatal things;
That men carry them in their hands,
And straighten the entangled strands.
For I long to see humanity converse,
In a tongue but no other than verse.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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To Grow Popular
In the art field you can promote yourself
In two ways regardless of your talents
To please and bribe those who are in the helm
To hire the media suitably
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Christmas wishes.
A Christmas tale so dear to me
Of Christmas past, now, and to be
A ghostly figure told each one
And this is how my tale begun
The 1st ghost showed me Christmas past
2 children playing with dreams to last
Parents watching as they grew
Each child was loved more than they knew
The 2nd ghost the one I fear
Christmas Day that soon is here
An empty room, a Christmas tree
With an empty space, where a gift should be
A jacket hangs behind a door
That once was worn but not no more
The 3rd ghost showed my future years
Christmas Days I share with tears
My Tale complete, the ghost was thru’
But looked at me as if he knew
For in my arms the ghost could see
The missing gift from beneath that tree
A gift I hold each year I live
My gift is love, but cannot give
To my only Son, who’s love must stay
In an ageing heart that will decay
The love I have has always grown
For the boy who’s name’s upon a stone
To mark the place where he must lay
The Son who was, my Christmas Day.
poem by Robin Hussey
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Three Graves
Early in the morn, into the ooze
There lay three sacks;
All tied tight with thin cords of polythene.
The sacks were muddy, blood seeped out
Through the fiber of jute.
Around them were pools of blood,
Mingling into the oozy contents,
The men, women and children went
And came by unheeded as nothing happened.
At last men of law came in uniforms
In haste with a hooting ambulance,
And they loaded the stained sacks,
Rushed towards the police station,
And placed them into a room in the basement.
The sacks contained mutilated bodies,
Minced hands and heads, brains and bellies,
Of a sister and two brothers, they were murdered
For no guilt but for being innocent.
No one claimed them their own,
And they buried them as heirless,
Into the remote graveyard of municipality.
No one is to attend their graves
Now they sleep side by side uninterrupted,
When the sun shines their white epitaphs
Shine too with the inscriptions,
‘Unity, Faith and Discipline: ’ the divine principles.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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