But to my mind, though I am native here and to the manner born, it is a custom more honoured in the breach than the observance.
William Shakespeare in Hamlet
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Maori Greeting
No matter where the cafe or the bus stop
The pub or sidewalk of the busy street
It's part of what is their time honoured custom
That Maoris will rub noses when they greet.
Do not ask me why the Maoris rub noses
For about their culture there's little i know
Perhaps their great ancestors brought it with them
From outer Islands centuries ago.
It's Maori way of saying how are you buddy
They always greet each other with a smile
Rub noses and shake hands and sometimes embrace
So good to see you it has been some while.
There is a comraderie amongst the Maoris
The brown skinned people of Pacific Land
They are great warriors but they too can be gentle
And their culture can prove hard to understand.
No matter where tavern or super market
Or side walk of the busy city street
It is part of their old time honoured custom
That Maoris will rub noses when they greet.
poem by Francis Duggan
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See the Bite Marks On My Hands?
If there is anything to learn...
Do not prepare a festival,
For those already expressing ungratefulness...
To chew on nibbles and bits.
If that is their custom...
All that is required is your observance of it.
Don't let that be your struggle.
Believing them to be deserving of something more.
Observe it and move on.
See the bite marks on my hands?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Custom Machine
Check my custom machine
Well shes metal flake blue with a corvette grill
(check my custom machine)
And they say it looks better when shes standin still
(check my custom machine)
When I step on the gas she goes wa aa aa
Ill let you look but dont touch my custom machine
Well with naugahyde bucket seats in front and back
(check my custom machine)
Everything is chrome, man, even my jack
(check my custom machine)
When I step on the gas she goes wa aa aa
Ill let you look but dont touch my custom machine
With stereophonic speaker set with fibrosonic sound
(check my custom machine)
Magnesium spokes, it stands an inch off the ground
(check my custom machine)
When I step on the gas she goes wa aa aa
Ill let you look but dont touch my custom machine
Oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Ambushed
Ha-ha-ha-ha!
Zeus plus Krishna equals to Hesus Krishna;
But, i am ambushed by my sweet lover not to tell you the truth.
It is very sad,
Because many are they with PHDs;
But, they do not even know about the secrets of this world.
We do use the words 'Jesus Christ' a lot but,
He was an Hebrew born;
And there is no Hebrew born to date called 'Jesus Christ'.
Well, that is the truth and many are already confused;
But do read the VARIOUS VERSIONS of the BIBLES around,
There you will come to the truth like i did.
My defense is in heaven and i have learnt a lot,
But i have no PHD to desplay on my shoulders;
And i know more of the hidden codes of this life than others.
Why are you then confused?
For man was made on this Earth to LEARN.
Look at the names you give to your children,
They are your NATIVE NAMES;
So what was the native name of a CHILD born as an HEBREW?
The Son of the Creator was born in Israyl,
So go there to ask of the FIRST WRITTEN ORIGINAL BIBLE;
There you will come to the truth and know His Name.
'He-brews' like an Hebrew,
And i am ambushed by my lover;
But do take your mind slowly and ask yourself,
Where from this name?
Ha-ha-ha-ha! Many are confused already;
But my mind will always write for many to learn.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The birth Identity.
It is my native place,
Where I was not born
And where my father came
As an adopted child.
I studied somewhere,
Worked and lived somewhere.
I have not settled there
Where I was born and hence
Would be cremated somewhere.
Still I call it as my native place
Where alone I still keep
Some sort of birth identity.
30.03.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Manners count
It is your dress, cleanliness and manner,
Not your skin, countenance, and glamour,
That earns you a woman’s concern.
Your clean mind, clean teeth, clean habit,
Not your muscles, jewels and wallet
Are which earn you a woman’s concern.
Be your manner and calls above her reproach.
Refrain from over care and over indulgence.
Then you will have earned a woman’s concern.
You lend her your ear and not eye.
You tend her passion, not her lust.
You will have won her concern.
If you have no concern for women,
If you have no woman’s concern,
Then no use of you being born.
13.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Youth's Inexperience.
He is too young yet to know life's demands;
Being no natural philosopher,
He must from cause and custom draw that art
Which some of Nature have, the primal gift
Of all her treasury — the open thought
That climates in all circumstances, and breathes
A native ease in everything; fear-proof,
Even as a wild bird's weather-proof, being born
And bred light as the leaves he habits in;
Unlike his brother housed and finely reared
With magisterial care, whom every change
Affects like a distemper, as if he
Had lost his nature's ancient art, and grew
Like an exotic with a borrowed life.
poem by Robert Crawford
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This means that they are bound by law and custom to plough the fields of their masters, harvest the corn, gather it into barns, and thresh and winnow the grain; they must also mow and carry home the hay, cut and collect wood, and perform all manner of tasks of this kind.
quote by Jean Froissart
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In a Manner of Speaking
In a manner of speaking, I want to kill you,
said the drunk redneck to his wife,
In a manner of speaking, I don't love you,
said my ex (turned vegan) to me,
as I returned from a psych ward, hoping for
some sort of reconciliation,
And in a manner of speaking, the whole
world has gone to shit, that no mentally
unbalanced poet can improve upon,
In a manner of speaking, I was just a haiku
before I birthed an epic poem in 2008
and it went something like:
In a manner of speaking…
In a manner of speaking, there is plenty of
beer and loose women,
In a manner of speaking, there is plenty of
internet journals with useless information,
In a manner of speaking, there are plenty of
assholes writing about getting laid and anal sex
on MySpace,
In a manner of speaking, my friend got raped
a few years ago and now has occasional herpes
outbreaks, which are quite disturbing
to her husband,
In a manner of speaking, I'm losing faith in humanity
and love at times,
In a manner of speaking, we just go through the motions,
hoping for something to change or something
spectacular to happen.
But I don't really know any more,
trying to make sense of it all, screaming for some sort of
sanity that eludes me,
In a manner of speaking, I feel alone here,
unable to connect to what's around me-
I just told some guy at a bar that I was a Dallas Cowboys
fan and I don't even watch football,
and he told me to come in my 'gear' on Sunday,
In a manner of speaking, I feel somewhat liberated
because I have no clue as to what I'm doing,
knowing that there is really no escape.
January 8,2008
-Alexander Shaumyan
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Born To Be Loved By You
Borne again.
Because have you at just being borne again.
At last I feel that Im alive and more.
This is the moment Ive waited for.
Born to be loved by you.born to be loved by you.
Born to walk with you.born to talk with you.
I was born for you.
Born to be with you, only you.
Born to be loved by you.
Born for you, born for you baby.
Born for you, born for you baby.
Born for you, born to be loved by you
(you and only you) born to be with only you.
I look at you and all at once I know that dreams come true.
For there you are the other part of me.
I have found my destiny.
Born to be loved by you.born to be loved by you.
Right or wrong for you.weak or strong for you.
Faithful or untrue
Born chained forever and far beyond.
Born to be loved by you and only you
No one else will do.
Heart and soul,born to be loved
Born to be loved.born to be loved by you.
(you and only you,born to be with only you)
Born for you.born for you baby.
Born for you.born for you baby.
Born for you, born for you baby..
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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An application to the Whitehouse!
Sir! ,
Being given to understand that there are some openings arises in your honoured environment!
For the elders?
Herewith I submit my humble application for the same for your kind perusal.
I am Nimal and my beloved is Manel.
I am just passing at 61
and she's 58.
She cooks any type of food
and holding a Diploma for Cookery!
I am good for nothing
Just an old Pen-pusher?
But I love pets and specially dogs!
If you offer me the job to look after them
I 'll do it to the best of my knowledge Sir!
And I would like you to mention that our 40th wedding anniversary is getting closer and by the grace of God if selected us for this rare opportunity
We could have arrange our humble party there if permits?
I was a Seafarer for 15 years and a good painter too!
By the way I could have done some patchwork if possible?
Thanking you Sir in anticipation of a kind and a favorable reply,
With best regards,
Yours most obediently,
nimal dunuhinga
Postscript
In the event of my being selected to your honoured Establishment, I assure you of my loyalty, hardworking, dependability and dedication to services in the manner that would uphold the good name of your reputed Humanity Sir!
nimal dunuhinga
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Born with Pride
Born with pride
When she was born,
She never cried
Born with dreams
Pretty eyes open wide
Born without tears
No lies to seek or hide
Born without fears,
On her beautiful little mind
Born to live
to love to give
To suffer to loose
Everything
Born with pride
Died in vain
Agony and pain
Hurt and shame
The lady had died
Her baby was born
With no pride
And with nothing
On his side
poem by Mitwaly Osman
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A Native Of Mumford
I am born to the wind without sorrow,
And the sound of the echo blows me by;
For, there are no just laws around me.
I am a new born bard among many!
And, i am trained like the stone that thrives;
But, the feelings of the blues around me is with no champagne.
I am still in the storm of my life to overcome this ocean blues,
But there are skeletons in this cupboard around me!
However, i am utilising all the aspects of life to be in shape.
I am a native of Mumford and, i do focus my mind on,
The rhythms of this world to enhance my status-quo as i grow along;
But, i will like to sit down together with you at the dinning table of love!
For, i am born to the wind without sorrow.
Life to me is like, to plant in plant in pleasure and to harvest glory! !
However, sow in tears and reap in joy;
And, try to reach out to touch the heart of someone with sincere love and care.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Was Not When You Were Born, You Were Old When I Was Born
I was not when you were born,
You were old when I was born.
You regret that I was late born,
I regret that you were early born.
I was not when you were born,
You were old when I was born.
I wished to have been born together,
We could enjoy our time together.
You were not when I was born,
I was old when you were born.
I was so far away from you,
You were so distant from me.
You were not when I was born,
I was old when you were born.
I’d become a flower-seeking butterfly,
And sleep on the fragrant grass every night.
poem by by unknown author
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Poem about Poetry - The Stolen Words
my neighbours
in the tree
how intelligent
they have been
stealing so many
words from us
and chirping them
in the trees
'always going
through this lane'
'always going
through this lane'
on and on
the bird chirps
in the tree in
the manner
of our native
Foochow dialect
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A Prostitute's Lament
Be silent please,
this is a court order!
someone shouts in a high pitch.
'You are my honoured sir,
I can swear more than a thousand times.
The woman in the mirror in front of you
isn't me.'
'Then who are you? '
'I beg your pardon sir,
you must have lost your memory
or you may purposely trying to hide
our fairy-tale.
my sweet-scented childhood days
and the innocent golden rose; my chastity flower
how you plucked in a parasitic manner?
The mirror exactly shows the Cruelty, Tyranny
and the dark side of our parable,
isn't it? '
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Out of the…is Born a …
Out of the mire is born a gorgeous flower;
Out of the noise is born a dead silence;
Out of the storm is born, calm!
Out of the strife is born a pleasant life;
Out of the filth is born flora, fauna;
Out of the chaos is born clarity.
Out of the exercise is born a healthy body;
Out of the training is born wisdom;
Out of the learning is born a scholar!
Out of the confession is born a soul afilled with grace;
Out of the Holy Book is born the word of God;
Out of the prayers is born answers from God!
Out of the rain is born the verdure shoots;
Out of the sun is born the growing plants;
Out of the dawn is born a lovely day;
Out of the dusk is born a quiet night!
Out of the hunger is born an appetite;
Out of the dainty food is born satiety;
Out of the wine is born inebriety.
Out of the fasting is born controlled senses;
Out of the inhibition is born a civilized person;
Out of the nature’s furies is born forbearance;
Out of the war is born a newer peace.
Out of the mistakes done is born a new resolve;
Out of the struggle is born a long-lasting freedom;
Out of the perseverance is born an accomplishment.
Out of the light is born a new day on earth;
Out of the night is born a starry sky;
Out of the dark clouds is born an aureole moon.
Out of the boredom is born a life of joy;
Out of the trials, travail is born a mind of steel;
Out of the woes is born a content heart!
Out of the parent’s love is born a loving child;
Out of the love of God is born forgiveness of sins;
Out of the mercy of God is born a soul for heaven!
poem by John Celes
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Born To Lose
Wonder if you belong, think youve got it down
Does it still feel the same, now that hes not around
Born to lose, born to lose, make your mind up no fooling round
Now that I know, I could never be, I would never be the only one.
Wonder how it all began, as if that mattered anyway
Theres someone else youre always wanting, every single day
Born to lose, born to lose, make your mind up no fooling round,
Now that I know, I could never be, I would never be the only one.
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Born to lose, born to lose, make your mind up no fooling round
Now that I know, I could never be, I would never be the only one.
song performed by by Ufo
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A Child Is Sweet Any Day Of The Week
A child that's born on a Monday
holds beauty in sight and mind.
A child that's born on a Tuesday
is graceful, sweet and kind.
A child that's born on a Wednesday
is a treasure, so they say.
A child that 's born on a Thursday
sees a quest with each new day.
A child that's born on a Friday
is loving and freely gives.
A child that's born on a Saturday
shows great work through how they live.
A child that's born on a Sunday
is happy, carefree and gay.
I guess you could say that a child is
special, no matter what the day.
poem by Christine K. Trease
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In positive manner
It is always good and courteous to hear” thank you”
It is product of mild, appreciated manner and very true
What else we need as good response to be heard?
At least not a hostile look or harsh words to be feared
You may be unreasonable while uttering that you desired
Not chosen appropriate time when praised and admired
She was most furious, unresponsive and hostile
It had negative impact on mind meanwhile
Yet she restrained and did not loose composure
She never meant to be impolite but was unsure
She found no proper words to be responded
She had presence of mind and never depended
This was last resort to respond in positive manner
“”thank you” was to come later or sooner
It must be taken as yes from willing partner
It is not to be taken as any trade to barter
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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