Sin.....
I've seen greatness
i love it,
i feel the wings
of the eagles of
this land
i, decrepit and
aging
lowly
creature of the
cold and slum
marvel on the
sharp claws of the great minds
ahead of me
I've seen them live
on the ivory towers
of their heads
i come late
and people ask the reason
why i seem
to rejoice
on that predicament
i bring no explanation
i have no flowers in my hands
i believe in myself
and though i worship great minds
i do not
imitate them
their passions and fame
are all theirs
they deserve a name carved
on marbles
and stones
on bold letters of gold
and embellished with
chunks of
polished diamonds
i repeat
i do not imitate them
i am like no other
i am original
like sin.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Be what you are
Cats don’t imitate tigers;
Ducks don’t imitate swans;
Cocks don’t imitate peacocks.
Must you imitate to live up?
28.08.2000, Madras
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Freedom's Bond
It's your dream come true
You are free, free to be, free to breathe
Free to see, what do you see?
What do you be?
Freedom's price, bondage's ice
You have a dream?
Chase it till it becomes your reality
Spread your wings
Soar around the rings
Of Saturn's infinity
How do you feel?
Do your wings feel weak?
Or do you feel like one of the gods of the Greeks?
One day at a time you took
One feet at a time you looked
Six feet, six inches above all
Success, the greatness before the fall
It's lonely at the top I heard
How many eagles shave your beard?
It's your dream come true
Does pride blind you or bonds you as his bride
Till all the lowly bound you chide
And your glorious tears you hide
And your darkest fears in you confide
Can anyone else come through?
Reach you, teach you, feel you? ...
Free you?
You.
Bound for the skies.
Bound.
Free for the stars.
Freedom. Greatness. Success. Freedom.
Do the winds fade your wings?
Do you just dream of sitting
Do you just wish for a sound.
Sound.
The chickens call it laughter.
How does it feel?
Happy ever after
Or take me before after?
You were great before anyone screamed your name
You were great before the fame
You were great, before the game
Six feet at a time, six under in no time
The hurricane washed that beach
And those two people away
One day at a time, each day is a dream come true
No matter what happens in it
One day at a time
One day and no time
No time and no you
Free your mind and be you
For in no time, there will be no you.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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Sonnet: On Greatness
Greatness is not a thing, much like an art;
Some man turns great if on it he stumbles;
His greatness ceases, if he thinks, he's great;
Great is he truly who tho' great, humbles.
Greatness is not true greatness, self-proclaimed;
Greatness is not what world showers on us;
Greatness is neither got by being claimed.
Greatness is not achieved by making fuss.
Greatness could come if world decides to give;
Greatness will stay if God blesses our work;
Such greatness, God-destined comes while men live;
Greatness can grow even without much luck.
Greatness doesn't come to everyone on earth;
Some men are made great; some are great by birth.
poem by John Celes
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This be the last time we use the phrase 'Slumdog
We, as Indians, have reasons
To be proud of having
Created history by the film
“Slumdog Millionaire”
At the same time, we, as human beings,
Have to have hung our heads for
Having created slums
Slum, as it means
An overcrowded area of a city,
Where the housing is in a very bad condition
And people live in unhygienic conditions
With no basic facilities
And who created slums,
Not the people residing there
But those whose greed has brought
These slum dwellers into these
Unfit-for-living conditions
The technicalities employed in
Filming this movie deserve all praise
While the different ways of living
Of the slum dwellers equally deserve attention
Of the entire human race
For correction and improvement
The film was declared to be
The best-directed
While the slum tribes have no directions
And they have no one to direct
The film was declared to be
The best film
While the slum where the film was shot
Is the worst place
For any human being
Let the recognition of the film
Bring to light the plight of slumdogs
To the fore
And let the human race do everything
Possible to move these people
Out of the slums, wherever they are,
And to help them live a decent, if not better, living
We shall be doing a great service
If this becomes the last ever time
We use this phrase “Slumdog”
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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I worship
I worship no other
Except motherland and only mother
One who gave me birth?
And motherland who gives me refuge on death
My land must daily witness rising sun
Where there can be only silenced gun
There is no scope for violence or quarrel
Only to make inroad with struggle
What should be seen in my eye?
What all I should seek and try?
Powerful wings and capacity to fly
All I may need is enough of space in sky
I wish everybody a great success
Right to live and place with access
Love to live and trust among all
I wish that forms day's call
I want Bhanu* (sun) to rise
Make everybody to wonder and surprise
What all we can do for our motherland?
Make it beautiful on earth as wonderland
My eyes must witness green fields
Nice crops with greater yield
People must enjoy and farmers should rejoice
That is my dream and I whole heartedly promise
Let borders remain at peace
Life too should remain wonderful and at ease
We should miss not wealth but natural health
Minds at rest and not wrapped as stealth
I pray for all and even to myself
Let treasure come out from sea shelf
Benefit to all and to my country people
Let them enjoy freedom that has come after great struggle
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Minds of Those Like These
The escalation of a hatred,
By those accustomed to doing it...
Produces for them great sorrow.
And on borrowed time,
They proceed to show themselves...
Out of their minds with a choice to grieve.
Incredible.
Incredible...
Wh at people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
Self seekers enforcing to impose their will,
For the purpose to fulfill...
The prophesy of their demise.
So unwise are they who do not pay attention.
So unwise are they who do not listen!
As they forge ahead,
In disbelief of what has been 'envisioned'.
Or comprehend words to them said.
As they forge ahead,
Strickened by positions...
That restrict their minds to limited conditions.
Incredible.
Incredible...What people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
The escalation of a hatred,
By those accustomed to doing it...
Produces for them great sorrow.
And no tomorrows come to those,
Making attempts to dethrone and dispose...
Of truth and the existence of it,
Because they refuse to 'see'.
Instead of reacting emotionally,
To rapid revelations.
Programmed and delivered by the 'Deities'.
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
It is hard to believe,
How people live and they deceive!
It is hard to believe people who seek no remedy.
Incredible.
Incredible...
The minds of those like these.
Incredible.
Incredible...
The minds of those like these.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sea Captain
The merchandise of gold in the land of gold,
The merchandise of silver in the land of silver,
The merchandise of bronze in the land of bronze,
The merchandise of precious stones in the land of stones,
The merchandise of fine linen in the land of thread,
The merchandise of pearls in the land of pearls,
The merchandise of silk in the land of wool,
The merchandise of scarlet in the land of clothes,
The merchandise of ivory in the land of elephants,
The merchandise of scented wood in the land of timber,
The merchandise of brass in the land of metals,
The merchandise of precious wood in the land of trees,
The merchandise of wool in the land of sheep,
And the merchandise of marble in the land of marbles;
For this is the message to the sea captain.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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catch Them Young' I Say..
I will blend two minds and will shout aloud
To the world, ' Here is the final human mind'.
I will infuse two hundred passions in to it and will sing aloud
To the throngs, 'Here is a mind that sans no glory heard ever'.
I will invent two million ordinary mortals and will speak
To their hearts, ' Here is your role model to frame a mind still'.
I search for the minds to be blended
And many minds flash before my eyes.
I like none - 'All are too narrow', I tell.
I search for the minds once again
And many more minds flash by, none appealing.
An agony strikes me, 'Where are those great minds? '
A millenium passes,
In the drought of mothers who give birth to none great
My blending dreams remain as a mirage
And I begin to write an elegy on the death of minds.
In the inner self of my mind that can never be blended with any other
A nightmare roams with all its scaring images.
I will blend two minds one day but I will not tell about it.
Or else I will tell someone to find them and catch them.
' Catch them young', I will tell him.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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21st Century Job
There you are. Haunting my mirror, watching me
Making small talk with myself. So what do you think of the weather today?
Oh it’s never been better, I say as I strain to imitate your female voice.
Which doesn’t really work out because I’m still not in touch with my feminine side enough.
But even if I was, I still couldn’t counterfeit the love we shared.
And even if I was, I couldn’t recreate a beauty no longer there.
But I still try to
Because I can’t forget you.
And the hail rains down outside tonight like so many stones
Thrown at me by god. But why would he want to stone me, dammit?
Am I Job's great great great great great great great great grandson?
Or something?
Maybe, he answers silently through your gravestone
Which I will have a one-sided chat with today
Despite the weather.
Maybe, god tells me. But maybe is an answer I don’t want to hear
As I stand near this rock marking a victim of chance.
Because the fear of tragedy has steered me into a sad apathy
I never knew was in me before you died.
But you are not gone.
Nothing is wrong! I will keep you alive!
I will make you live on as a spirit which visits me:
There. You. Are. Dancing with me under the stars as they rain stones
Down on me and the monument to your life. But I will weather the weather
Like the gravestone staring me down just to dance with you.
And here. We. Are. Together again, expressing love
Through awkward steps and turns like we used to do:
You, dodging my awful coordination, which makes me trip on your foot
Smilingly
While your ghost smiles too.
poem by Thomas Lyons
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Great minds have purposes, others have wishes. Little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune; but great minds rise above them.
quote by Washington Irving
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An Art Message
HE gathered cherry-stones, and carved them quaintly
Into fine semblances of flies and flowers;
With subtle skill, he even imaged faintly
The forms of tiny maids and ivied towers.
His little blocks he loved to file and polish;
And ampler means he asked not, but despised.
All art but cherry-stones he would abolish,
For then his genius would be rightly prized.
For such rude hands as dealt with wrongs and passions
And throbbing hearts, he had a pitying smile;
Serene his way through surging years and fashions,
While Heaven gave him his cherry-stones and file!
poem by John Boyle O'Reilly
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Short Peoople
Short People got no reason
Short People got no reason
Short People got no reason
To live
They got little hands
And little eyes
And they walk around
Tellin' great big lies
They got little noses
And tiny little teeth
They wear platform shoes
On their nasty little fett
Well I don't want no Short People
Don't want no Short People
Don't want no Short People
Round here
Short People are just the same
As you and I
(A Fool Such As I)
All men are brothers
Until the day they die
(It's A Wonderful World)
Short People got nobody
Short People got nobody
Short People got nobody
To love
They got little baby legs
And they stand so low
You got to pick 'em up
Just to say hello
They got little cars
That got beep, beep, beep
They got little voices
Goin' peep, peep, peep
They got grubby little fingers
And dirty little minds
They're gonna get you every time
Well, I don't want no Short People
Don't want no Short People
Don't want no Short People
'Round here
song performed by by Randy Newman
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Sick With Self Inflicted Pain
Heads thick and fantasized,
Have minds closed and prevent...
Abilities to reason.
Or rationalize with common sense.
Many minds like these,
Are not often seen sitting on fences.
Minds encouraged and convinced,
Become defensive...
When shown they are wrong.
And an offensiveness begins...
To shutdown with a stubbornness,
That creates their own unhealing wounds!
Heads thick and fantasized,
Have minds closed and prevent...
Abilities to reason.
Or rationalize with common sense.
And around those with heads thick,
Are walls cemented with a lifetime...
Of an ignorance sick with self inflicted pain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Dot In The Sky
i am used to being
a lone eagle in that highest sky
my eyes are sharp
my claws sharper and more agile
my wings are silver
my feathers platinum
when i met you
i begin to understand what pity is all about
the weakness of the scents of flowers
on those days of May
bathed me and wrapped me into a
prison of sympathy
i tried to lift you up to make you feel the power of wings
the independence of claws
the self-sufficiency of radar eyes
the vision of eternity
i learn love but with all these
i can always unlearn everything
and be back to my own wings again
now merciless, sharp, and ready to forget
you are you
that purple flower clinging to the cracks of the rocks
i am myself
in another journey without any memory
i guess this is what happens
always to that eagle in the highest sky
a dot that you see
and then erased in space.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Short People
Short people
Short people got no reason
Short people got no reason
Short people got no reason
To live
They got little hands
Little eyes
They walk around
Tellin great big lies
They got little noses
And tiny little teeth
They wear platform shoes
On their nasty little feet
Well, I dont want no short people
Dont want no short people
Dont want no short people
'round here
Short people are just the same
As you and i
(a fool such as I)
All men are brothers
Until the day they die
(its a wonderful world)
Short people got nobody
Short people got nobody
Short people got nobody
To love
They got little baby legs
That stand so low
You got to pick em up
Just to say hello
They got little cars
That go beep, beep, beep
They got little voices
Goin peep, peep, peep
They got grubby little fingers
And dirty little minds
Theyre gonna get you every time
Well, I dont want no short people
Dont want no short people
Dont want no short people
round here
song performed by by Randy Newman
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Woman, You Deserve More
Woman, you deserve more than flowers.
You deserve more than vows.
You deserve more than that ring,
Woman, you deserve more than love
The beauty in your eyes
Woman you deserve more than tender touches
The beauty of your voice
Woman you deserve more than kisses
Dear you deserve more,
something unseen, someone untouchable
More than gold, more than diamonds triple fold
Trust me, you deserve more
Written March 05,2012 by Theo Merma. In honor of International Woman's Day 2012.
'To all the woman out there, thank you for the existence. Stay strong, whatever life may throw at you, keep in mind that you deserve more! Live life, embrace it until it's through. Regards. -Theo'
poem by Theo Merma
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To Digress The Law
How long will this be in the heart of the prophets?
For the prophets who prophesy lies are still around my people;
And i have seen them making up schemes to digress the law,
And devising a plan to dissuade my people! !
How long shall this be?
Yet still, they say that all is well;
And where are the ethics of my people? !
For the false prophets around have captured their minds.
Positive is the way ahead and truth is beautiful,
But for the lack of knowledge my people perish in your hands;
And the whole world is deceived as at now,
But these false prophets say that all is well.
We are now in the state of dilemma without control,
But blessed is the one whose eyes do see;
So chisel out the tablets and tell them the truth,
For how long shall they lead my people in the dark? !
The truth is always beside us if only if we will look around for it,
And it is like the muse of my love in the land of peace;
So be very wise on this earth before it is too late,
For not all that glitters around you is gold.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Empty Hands
In the shadows of the smokestacks
Through the black snow, that lay on the land
Walked home one winter morning
With my live savings in my hand
Maryanne, shes fixin up some breakfast
Got the lights on, on the christmas tree
Sittin there, lookin up at an angel
With something dyin inside of me
Grew up with great expectations
Heard the promise and I knew the plan
They say people get what they deserve
But lord, sometimes its much worse than that
Maryanne, she takin in some laundry
I got a part time job in a drive-in stand
Oh lord, what did I do
To deserve these empty hands?
Chorus:
Across the cities
Across this land
Through the valleys
And across the sand
Too many people standin in line
Too many people with nothin planned
Theres too many people with
Empty hands
Now maryannes been cryin
lord knows, I love her the best I can
When my pride is bruised and broken
She slips her hand into my empty hands
Without hope, without love
Youve got nothing but pain
Just makes a man not give a dammn
Thats no way for us to live
Weve got to fill these empty hands
Chorus:
Across the cities
Across this land
Through the valleys
And across the sand
Too many people standin in line
Too many people with nothin planned
Theres too many people with
Empty hands
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Do What U Do
I like that though
Thats whats up
Some people like the summer when its hot
Some people like the winter cold
Some people speak their minds when they wanna
And some other people aint so bold
Whatever it is that you do
You should do, you should do with your head held high
So when youre doing youre thing its cause you wanna
And they never can ask you why
1 - I say
Do what you do
Say what you say
Mean what you mean when you say
Cause its your life
Gotta make your own rules
And you gotta do it, do it your own way
Repeat 1
2 - oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Some like it easy when others they like it rough
But aint nobody gotta like it but you
Girl, boy, boy, girl, girl, girl, boy, boy
Whatever, you should do what you do
How can they tell you that you could or should?
Would or wouldnt
Well ask em can they walk in your shoes
Cause its your life and you do what you wanna
And remember baby its all about you
Repeat 1 (2x)
Repeat 2
3 - so if its on your mind
Then you should speak your piece
And say whatcha say
And if you want it done
Then you should get it done
And do it your way
Repeat 3
Repeat 1 (2x)
Repeat 2 (2x)
Repeat 1 till end
song performed by by Pink
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Impossiblity (Irenga)
Glorious sunset,
the western sky ablaze with shades of red.
Nature’s artistry
beyond a mans ability
to emulate or imitate.
Nature’s artistry
beyond any mans ability
to emulate or imitate.
Although they still try.
Perfection beyond their grasp.
Natures artistry
beyond any mans ability
to emulate or imitate.
But driven by some inner need
they are convinced they can succeed.
First stanza
5 syllables
10 syllables
5 syllables
8syllables.
8syllables
Second stanza
repeat last three lines of first stanza
then
5 syllables
8 syllables.
Third stanza
Repeat
Last three lines of first stanza
Then
8 syllables
syllables
Japanese style poetry
no obligation to rhyme.
(22/07/2007)
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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