You may strike, but hear him first
Is it not wise and kind
To ask first
Why?
Hear his side
And listen
Demand always
An
Explanation
Or a
Justification
Then
If there is reason enough
Strike! Strike if you must
With a club
Or a fist
Or a very harsh word
A stab
Or hack or shoot or bomb
Be always fair
If you fight as you
Think you
Finally must
Let him know
Let him
Also prepare
For his
Defense
Let there be fairness
In war
And in peace.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bad Fit
How many nails do I have to have
hammered into my brain to realise
we don't fit?
This liaison has always been flawed.
Gel, we never did, but we had passion.
A wealth of it.
Should I take this hammer
and strike the final blow?
I don't know.
Hammers strike memories,
as though they're all piano keys
and the sound is harsh..
They have me re-visiting old war wounds
that I should have buried years ago.
They are awakening.
They've been dormant for so long.
Maybe I should have one final strike
and put them to rest.
The trouble is, if I pick up the hammer
and strike the first blow,
I may never stop
poem by Ruth Walters
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One Good Reason
I stand on my ground when we fight
No matter where we are
I am the sad clown with tear eyes
So happy on your own
We get some strange looks when we shout
Clowning at the bar
It seems that Ive hoped
Now I found a match from my own heart
Just give me one good reason baby
One good reason now
One good reason, I should
I should hang around
I often wonder how we look
In other peoples eyes
Wild lovers, explosive
And right above these eyes
She stands on her own ground when we kiss
Poisoning my mind
I bet that I found my match
To strike it up tonight
Just give me one good reason baby
One good reason now
One good reason, I should
I should hang around
One good reason baby
One good reason now
One good reason, I should
I should hang around
I should hang around
(One good reason)
Submitted by Michael Hack
song performed by by Paul Carrack
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Strike Up The Band
Let the drums roll out
Let the trumpet call
While the people shout
Strike up the band
Hear the cymbals ring
Callin one and all
To the martial swing,
Strike up the band
There is work to be done, to be done
Theres a war to be won, to be won
Come, you son of a son of a gun,
Take your stand
Fall in line, yea a bow
Come along, lets go
Hey, leader, strike up the band!
There is work to be done, to be done
Theres a war to be won, to be won
Come, you son of a son of a gun,
Take your stand
Fall in line, yea a bow
Come on, lets go
Hey, leader, strike up
Hey, leader, strike up
Hey, leader, strike up the band
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Command As You Demand It
Strike up the band,
And...
Command as you demand it.
Compose a little tune.
With a filling of a room to boom.
And strike up the band.
With a command from you demanded.
Compose a little tune.
With a filling of a room to boom.
Grandstand and be free to be candid.
Strike up the band,
And...
Forget about offending those who may witness.
Strike up the band,
And...
Do it with a strutting flaunted you do best.
With a caring less who objects your steps.
Strike up the band,
And...
Command as you demand it.
Compose a little tune.
With a filling of a room to boom.
And strike up the band.
With a command from you demanded.
Compose a little tune.
With a filling of a room to boom.
Forget about offending those who may witness.
Strike up the band.
And...
With a caring less who objects your steps.
Strike up the band.
And...
Forget about offending those who may witness.
Strike up the band.
And...
With a caring less who objects your steps.
Strike up the band.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hate Not - Fear Not
Kill if you must, but never hate:
Man is but grass and hate is blight,
The sun will scorch you soon or late,
Die wholesome then, since you must fight.
Hate is a fear, and fear is rot
That cankers root and fruit alike,
Fight cleanly then, hate not, fear not,
Strike with no madness when you strike.
Fever and fear distract the world,
But calm be you though madmen shout,
Through blazing fires of battle hurled,
Hate not, strike, fear not, stare Death out!
poem by Robert Graves
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Delayed Justice...
(This poem is dedicated to Hollister #22.)
Delayed justice is better than no justice.
The world will always be round.
Facts cannot be altered; prejudice
Is a major impediment to reach sound
Justice. Justice is all we want,
Fairness is what we fight for,
Justice is what we cry for,
Fairness is what we want.
All lives are special.
All God's children are beautiful.
All colors are essential,
To make the rainbow normal.
Justice, Justice is what we want,
Fairness is what we fight for.
Equality under the law is critical.
Equal shade can only make the rainbow
More beautiful and more impartial;
No justice will always be a Big No, No.
Justice is what we cry for,
Fairness is what we want.
The world will always be round.
Finally, we can hear the sound
Of the bells. Justice is around
The corner; she is upward bound.
Delayed justice is better than no justice.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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An explanation of cause is not a justification by reason.
quote by C.S. Lewis
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I feared that the enemy might have nearly surrounded the Little Round Top, and only a desperate chance was left for us. My ammunition was soon exhausted. My men were firing their last shot and getting ready to "club" their muskets. It was imperative to strike before we were struck by this overwhelming force in a hand-to-hand fight, which we could not probably have withstood or survived. At that crisis, I ordered the bayonet. The word was enough.
quote by Joshua Chamberlain
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Battles of Fairness
Fairness?
To honesty, fairness is Fair,
To sincerity, fairness is Accuracy,
To integrity, fairness is Absolute!
To the law, fairness is JUSTICE!
To dedicated public servant
FAIRNESS IS MORE THAN A SALARY,
MORE THAN TEARS, MORE THAN JUSTICE,
MORE THAN SWEAT, MORE THAN HONOR,
MORE THAN LOVE and
MORE THAN JUSTICE.
But to the twisted society
FAIRNESS is
BEYOND DOUBT
and BEYOND
QUESTION!
I have no doubt,
I have no question.
The gavel is yours.
But...
you can't stop me
remembering
December 10,2010.
poem by Susan T. Aparejo
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Defense Mechanism
you have offended me
and you know that i do not demand any explanation
for like the way all things go
as nature to its due course must take
planets keeping its own orbit
galaxies moving to its charted direction
flowing and floating
you very well know me
i do not demand an explanation
i owe you nothing and the guilt inside you
grows like the usual cancer
i carry within me this innate peace
this peace that i treasure
a song it whistles
something in you owes me
but receive it i will not
nature shall i let go
not i, but it, shall take the inevitable revenge
your misfortune comes like a flood
the clouds are heavy with rain
and you, the lonely river, shall catch
the burden of too much water
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dont Tread On Me
Liberty or death, what we so proudly hail
Once you provoke her, rattling of her tail
Never begins it, never, but once engaged...
Never surrenders, showing the fangs of rage
Dont tread on me
So be it
Threaten no more
To secure peace is to prepare for war
So be it
Settle the score
Touch me again for the words that youll hear evermore...
Dont tread on me
Love it or live it, she with the deadly bite
Quick is the blue tongue, forked as lighting strike
Shining with brightness, always on surveillance
The eyes, they never close, emblem of vigilance
Dont tread on me
So be it
Threaten no more
To secure peace is to prepare for war
So be it
Settle the score
Touch me again for the words that youll hear evermore...
Dont tread on me
So be it
Threaten no more
To secure peace is to prepare for war
Liberty or death, what we so proudly hail
Once you provoke her, rattling on her tail
So be it
Threaten no more
To secure peace is to prepare for war
So be it
Settle the score
Touch me again for the words that youll hear evermore...
Dont tread on me
song performed by by Metallica
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Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Maxim 29
To strike one’s fist on a lion, and to grasp the sharp edge of a sword with the hand, is not the part of an intelligent man.
Do not fight or try thy strength with a furious man.
Hide thy hands in thy arm-pits to avoid his finger-nails.
Morning tea
Beam of sun rays
enters bed room making its ways
I pull cover over face
beliveing dream, it may
As hear chime of spoon
stirring in the cup
and listen 'its ready'
have reason to get up
My heart, my mind
even throat and tongue
as I wake, a cup of tea;
all they demand
Difficulty comes
when she is not there
though I don't miss
get up and myself prepare
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Bring You Down To Hell
The demons are coming after you
In the night ready to fight
Always cruel with hate in their mind
Promise you that they will get you
You're trying to hide with fear in your eyes
Hoping that nobody see's you
If they should know where you are
I'm sure that they will torture you
I hope that you, you are prepared
Take all the weapons you can
If you are not ready to fight
I'll think that you'd better run
When you're walking in the night
You should always be prepared
They can strike right here right now
And bring you down to Hell
to Hell
You're running away with no place to stay
The demons can almost reach you
You hear that someone is shouting your name
You think for yourself what you should do
You're trying to hide with fear in your eyes
Hoping that nobody see's you
If they should know where you are
I'm sure that they will torture you
I hope that you, you are prepared
Take all the weapons you can
If you are not ready to fight
I'll think you'd better run
When you're walking in the night
You should always be prepared
They can strike right here right now
And bring you down to Hell
to Hell
When you're walking in the night
You should always be prepared
They can strike right here right now
And bring you down to Hell
I hope that you, you are prepared
Take all the weapons you can
If you are not ready to fight
I'll think you'd better run
When you're walking in the night
You should always be prepared
They can strike right here right now
And bring you down to Hell
to Hell
song performed by by Zonata
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Deep wounds
It is easy to forget deep wounds
But mind still remains active and hunts
It ceaselessly think and run
As if someone has fired from the gun
Foe and friends are made of similar fabrics
It differs not much from the basics
They are formidable and very classic
But life may look dry sans tune and music
Foes may strike from the back
You know it may come from dark
Friend may strike in day light
Where you may not like to fight
So you know it is hostile act
Still you may forget and not react
But friend may hurt peace within
Where there is always loss and no win
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Deep wunds
It is easy to forget deep wounds
But mind still remains active and hunts
It ceaselessly think and run
As if someone has fired from the gun
Foe and friends are made of similar fabrics
It differs not much from the basics
They are formidable and very classic
But life may look dry sans tune and music
Foes may strike from the back
You know it may come from dark
Friend may strike in day light
Where you may not like to fight
So you know it is hostile act
Still you may forget and not react
But friend may hurt peace within
Where there is always loss and no win
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Supplication
Well, dizzy aint the word for the way that youre making me feel now
Well, I need some indication, girl, if all of this is real now, tell me girl now
Well, Ive heard it said theres something wrong in my head, now
Got to help me, girl, now
Could it be infatuation or am I just being misled now?
Little bolt of inspiration way you strike me now
Sparking my imagination, got the lightning now
Cause me such excitation, got the lightning now
bout to end my suffocation, come on strike me now
Little bolt of inspiration way you strike me now, shes back in my imagination
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Hammers (A trilogy)
Hammered
The hammer is inside my head,
it's a never ending drum beat
that is my husband, berating me.
As he his key turns in the lock
my blood pressure
rises.
He'll check the wallpaper
for marks that the children
may have made.
He'll demand I keep them quiet,
take them away,
control them.
They are only toddlers
and I have only
one pair of hands
but he'll moan about it
until he goes to bed at
12 o'clock
As he gets into bed
his moaning will stop
but my head still aches
then at 7 while he shaves,
he'll continue to remonstrate
he won't stop
and I'm sure he's still talking
as he walks to the station.
It's the hammering,
the constant hammering
and it's driving me insane -
one day the hammer will fall.
Bad Fit
How many nails do I have to have
hammered into my brain to realise
we don't fit?
This liaison has always been flawed.
Gel, we never did, but we had passion.
A wealth of it.
Should I take this hammer
and strike the final blow?
I don't know.
Hammers strike memories,
as though they're all piano keys
and the sound is harsh..
They have me re-visiting old war wounds
that I should have buried years ago.
They are awakening.
They've been dormant for so long.
Maybe I should have had one final strike
and put them to rest.
The trouble is, if I pick up the hammer
and strike the first blow,
I may never stop.
Broken heart.
She took a hammer to the mirror,
the paintings, the vase, the table
and battered them to death.
She took a hammer to the car,
its bonnet, its boot and its roof
and made dents.
She took a hammer to her heart,
hit it hard, tried to gouge it out
with its claw
and then she realised -
it was already dying; bleeding,
all over the floor.
poem by Ruth Walters
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The Little Horn
You are the little horn on your lover's side,
Born with words from the muse of your heart;
And like earth, wind and fire! !
Of a free-kick after many attempts,
Faithful as a thunder's fist to strike a blow;
But, i am as joyful as the rainbow colours.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A curse will not strike out an eye, unless the fist go with it.