The Punk, The Monk, And The World
My friends and my family scattered across
the land of America; land of the Lost
there's a shortage of love - a shortage of water
a shortage of food - the temperatures hotter
the strangers i've felt for
have shortage of shelter
a shortage of smiles
-the bodies are piled
These are the bodies the monks have knelt for...
worldwide there's chaos -
a small child, a thief
says 'more they must pay us!
my family's in grief! '
the flaw in this system? it encourages greed-
TV says 'Cash over people! '; 'Wants before needs! '
And the monk in his solitude grips to his prayer beads...
all actions have consequence - there are no private deeds
He says 'I pray for the Peace of all living beings-
forgive the dog that bites - and the bee when it stings...'
'False sense of fulfillment in material things';
'The song is for sings - the Gong is for dings.'
When the Sun rises be grateful for the light that it brings
Everything is Everything
Everything...is Everything
I said,
'Monk, my hearts a dumpster! My soul, a gutter, needs freed!
from the plagues of the world - from the utter poverty!
He said, 'be quiet - sit - drink some tea...'
'To change the whole world you first change your thoughts
-your suffering has tied your mind in quite some tight knots
you may find Enlightenment - and maybe might not...'
We sat and we drank
we thought and we thank
i went in a trance;
i went in the tank
and when i came out, i danced
for my mind had been Blank
I walked away - went back to the world from which i came
Everything was different...yet exactly the same
Cops still beat the innocent blind with their bats
cats still ate mice - and dogs still chased cats
i was on the other side of town, far from my home
i walked into a coffee shop - pure sky now my dome
my cloud-spattered dome under which i will live and then die
so i sat to write tomes, and poems,
and ordered a black coffee and a slice of pie-
thought about existence, smiled, and bowed my head to cry.
poem by Ray Quesada
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The biggest shortage of all is the shortage of common sense.
For Every Man A Woman
For every man a woman some have been known to say
But in some places of one sex there's a shortage or so 'twould seem that way
And in some Towns some men don't have a woman and in some Towns some women don't have a man
And some without a partner have to live out their time span.
For every woman a man though that's not always the case
A batchelor or a spinster you will find in every place
In a place of a one sex shortage those who harbour self doubt
In their chatting up ability are those who do lose out.
And whether your name is Billy and whether your name is Sue
A man for every woman it is not always true
In places of a shortage of one sex some must lead a single life
Not for every woman a husband and not for every man a wife.
A man for every woman or vice versa to all does not apply
Some never do find a lasting love though hard enough they try
Some never have a partner and without a partner die
And for everyone there's someone in some cases is a lie.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I don't think there's a shortage of material in the world. Or in my head. I just pray for continued good health, because I've got other stories to tell.
quote by Richard Russo
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morning TV NEWS
Nothing entertaining on TV
the struggle for political power
the shortage of water
the death of the anonymous
the burial of a corrupt politician
the arson with late firemen
the rising of prices
skyrocketing taxes
the accidents on the road
Iranians and church goers on rampage
deaths and more deaths
nothing about remedies
nothing about hope
the firecrackers soon stopped
the 4th of July feeling
breakfast of scrambled egg
and rice and
local coffee
no sugar
less salt
this obesity and strangled mind
there is a fly hovering
on the cold slice of beef
cold cuts and nothing green
like lettuce perhaps
something is wrong
i always think that something is wrong
from this corner to that edge
then the black out again
shortage of power
rising rates of electric bills
and water bills
lousy services
i turn the TV off
walk away from the table
sit on a chair
and watch the rising sun
i ponder upon all these
and i know
i can do nothing
i have this one last freedom
that any government cannot take
cannot abuse
this freedom to think
this freedom just to be myself
this solitude
this watching of the plants
growing freely
in the garden
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Personal Choice
I have met some wonderful people and I have met some who are far from nice
Suppose the type of person that you or I are with us is a personal choice
We can be arrogant and judgemental that is if we do wish to be
Or we can be loving and caring at least that's how it seems to me
There isn't any excuse for racism or for putting another person down
Though no shortage of racists and xenophobics since they do live in every town
But no shortage as well of good people I'm lucky I meet them every day
People who are generous and kindhearted and of others ill never do say
'Tis easy for to be judgemental and judge not and thou shalt not be judged seems so true
What goes around always does come around we receive from life what is our due
Treat others as you'd like them to treat you and you will be doing okay
Those who do wrong to other people to karma the price have to pay
With those who say we can choose the type of person that we are I cannot say I disagree
If I choose for to disrespect somebody that person will not respect me.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Cats Eye Resurrection
Cats ~ cats ~ cats
Eye
Cats ~ cats ~ cats
Splashing on my walls ~ my walls
In the field the bodies are tied
To the their crosses hair hanging down
The blood is rolling down their
Arms to the waiting dogs
Bad ~ bad ~ bad
Doctors
Bad ~ bad ~ bad
Counting the meat on the tables
In the field the bodies are tied to the
Altar the popes mule sings a song of
Freedom from his majesty-the pope
Nazi ~ nazi ~ nazi
Butchers
Nazi ~ nazi ~ nazi
Waving their tongues in the air
Cats-cats-cats-bad-bad-bad-cats eye
Resurrection
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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A Dogged Life!
A little dog has come to rest
In corner of the porch awhile;
With famished looks, it whines a bit,
And looks as if unfed for days!
This summer’s heat is excessive;
Water shortage exists for all;
The birds and beasts show sunken frames;
The air is pretty sultry, hot!
The night is rent with screams of dogs;
The new-comer was bit by rest;
The intruder is packed off fast,
With broken bones and bleeding skin!
The plight of street-dogs is so bad;
But what about a person lost?
I wonder how the world treats those
Who have no home or food or friends!
The plight of people in war-zones
Is pitiable and horrendous;
Why no one thinks of children hurt
Or dead, by bullets in conflicts?
So many die in wars across
The world that does not care for lives!
And many more are killed in wombs
Of human beings by habit!
Couldn’t people stop such senseless deaths?
Won’t sense afill human hearts, minds?
They brag of saving few rare lives,
And kill in myriads innocents!
And terrorists have come to spray
Their bullets upon common man;
Shame on the way this world goes on!
There is no place for those unborn!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-19-2009
poem by John Celes
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Seven Billion Reasons
Another baby born, another bushel of wheat
Another piece of land, for another family to eat
Another net is cast, another fish is caught
Another fire in the forest, another tree sought
Another bird flees, another bird gone
No home for the beast, diversity all gone
Crops in the amazon, Rivers clogged up
Flooding in cities, Seas on the up
Nature under pressure, Pollution the price
Shortage of wheat, Shortage of Rice
Temperature rising, Deserts expanding
Oil running out, the world is in doubt
War for resources, the west uses force
While the poor beg in cities
Victims of policies, Victims of atrocities
Seas that are empty, Bellies that are swelled
Mankind too many, Riots a plenty
The button is pushed, and humanity is hushed
The Earth is now empty, Heaven is full
And we are 7 billion reasons
For God to cry “Treason” ”Treason”
And the stars look on, silent
And galaxies die alone
And no one will know.
This place,
Where once, our babies did grow
But time will go on
And the earth is aglow
Just as it was,7 billion years ago.
7 billion today
Tomorrow more
What is the real figure?
For all out Nuclear War?
poem by Steven Cooke
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Forgive Me
Silent wave coming down on me
Washing out the lie
Living inside me
Lifes not hard
Now Im on tv
This sudden twist of fate
I am direct salvation
Just send in your donation
I can promise that youll be saved
Forgive me, world
Im just a man whos lost his way
Forgive me, these two words I pray
Its time to make a change
Yesterday was a different day
Thought I knew the answer
A vision in my mind
Search my soul
And then you will find
A shelter for my pain
The truth is in the open
And now my heart has spoken
Hoping maybe youll hear my cry
Forgive me, world
Im just a man whos lost his way
Forgive me, these two words I pray
Its time to make a change
Forgive me, world
Im just a man who sins today
Forgive me, these two words I pray
My faith is still the same
Maybe I cant change the past
Maybe love can bring us back
Maybe we can try and start again.
Forgive me, world
Music & lyrics by: jimmy santis/richard tancredi/geoff downes & john payne
song performed by by Asia
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There's a shortage of perfects breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours.
quote by Cary Elwes
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The shortage of buyers, which the world is suffering from, is readily understood, not as due to people not wishing to obtain possession of goods, but as people being unwilling to part with something which might earn a regular income in exchange for those goods.
quote by Paul Dirac
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Any Parallel
Just a thought but so powerful and exciting
Need simple push with powerful writing
It must create some sort of awareness
To feel fresh with happiness on the face
There can’t be any parallel
You can’t have any happiness level
It must remain static with whatever you have
Normal functioning and will power to behave
I wished it to float worldwide
No one may try to avoid or hide
The frustration arising out of unrealistic ambition
Living in dreamy world with lots of questions
How come that happens that you live in big palace?
Long stretches of land spread over without any end trace
You are lone occupant and all luxury at command
This is something not heard of with unrealistic stand
Let there be some shortage in our need
That may slightly affect to your greed
But who on earth is that lucky to claim everything?
When it is bound to lack in nature for something
I want to project the limited advantage of contentment
It has something to do with your sentiments
You may feel all the time about starvation and poverty
As it is not linked to freedom and liberty
It is powerful weapon in the hands of nature and almighty
You are always kept short of some means and money
You will struggle hard for the fulfillment of dream
As you have vision to see the slight ray of hope with beam
It is simple which knows no limit
The happiness lies within and not on paper or sheet
It is seen with so much excitement on the face
One must give serious thought if not materialized in case
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Racism On It
Racism on it does not have gender or colour or creed
And the Human World of it is surely not in need
The greatness in 'the fair go' the racist seems to miss
There is truth in the saying that ignorance is bliss
Racism does not have a nationality it is not black, white or brown
And racists live in the countryside and every village and city and town
No shortage of racists in the Human World of today
Yet they are in minority that would seem fair to say
The majority I know of not racist in any way
To those different to them due respect they do pay
In the Human World it does not have any use
And for racism there never is an excuse
The racists as people in their ways are small
Long live the greatness in 'a fair go for all'.
poem by Francis Duggan
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There were different challenges along the way. Certainly the food shortage was unpleasant.
quote by Leroy Chiao
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In No Mood
I was not in mood
Even disliked taking little food
Children came shouting and ran
They were all happy and grooming to become human
They have shelter and shield
We have provided those comforts and wide field
There is no shortage of anything to feel
Play and enjoy at complete will
Some tears rushed to from eyes
I was visibly moved but failed in desperate try
Those were seen by children despite my precaution
I thought I could have observed some caution
Who can take her place?
Only she and none can else
She is embodiment of love and care
You can find such figure no where
Today I find myself like big tree
Where children come and sit very free
They have no dearth for anything
They can think big and happily sing
But there was time when we had suffered
She was dying of hunger and no one offered
She lost no courage and kept us under her fold
She could visualize the bright future in the world
This is the one of the reason that I still miss her
In dead night some times I cry and unknowingly utter
'Mom, where you are and why you have left us'
I will wake up incautiously and smile thus
All mothers of world may be of same nature
As they have only goal of securing the future
Children must come up of age and show to all
Despite all odds, they have responded to all calls
I salute to her not for giving birth or reading
But injecting all kinds of good qualities of leading
It was she who taught me to stand fast
Never to loose courage and fight up to last
She just came and occupied my mind
I looked here and there to find
She just resurfaced in mind with so much kindness
I could not smile but certainly felt happiness on face
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To meet the shortage of supplies from America, due to lack of shipping, the representatives of the different supply departments were constantly in search of available material and supplies in Europe.
quote by Kelly Miller
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Shortage
No food, water or food,
This is a Shortage.
Most dead from starvation,
Some from disorganised pyjamas.
Not folded, creased or pizza.
No house to cook the air.
Right about now some food would be nice,
'I can't' He said, i ate all the rice.
poem by Lawrie Stuart Ronton
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I have no shortage of material or offers, it's just a case of what you select to do. But I think it's realistic that my chances of playing Romeo are now over.
quote by Sean Connery
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