How luck plays
Five cups of water made the pitcher full.
The fifth cup was assigned the credit.
Five cups of water lifted to empty it.
The fifth cup was assigned the blame.
06.07.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Because thought has by now been perverted into the solving of assigned problems, even what is not assigned is processed like a problem.
quote by Theodor Adorno
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The Thirsty Crow
Have you ever heard this story before?
Of a wise and clever thirsty crow?
Well, if you haven't then listen
The famous tale of this hero, now let's begin,
It happened when in a spell of dry weather,
The poor birds could find very little water,
This crow, when he felt thirsty,
Searched for some water desperately,
But in summer, as it was great famine,
Even a dropp of water he couldn't find,
This unfortunate fellow thought that he must,
In despair surely die of thirst,
Then suddenly he spied an old pitcher,
Filled with very little water,
But oh! The pitcher was so high with a narrow neck,
The little water, the poor crow could never get,
He was unlucky, thought the crow,
His beak couldn't reach the water as it was low,
Then suddenly a brilliant idea flashed into his mind,
Around him some pebbles he could find,
He picked some pebbles and threw into the pitcher,
And finally the water raised its level,
This clever fellow then threw more pebbles
Until the water was higher in the pitcher,
Higher enough for his beak to reach the water,
The thirsty crow now took a sip of water,
Then drank more water from the pitcher,
Until he was no more thirsty,
The genius crow then flew away,
To tell the world about his victory!
poem by Sadia Maqsood
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Ego Is An Illusion
One thinks that one deserves
The credit one has got.
The one thinks one deserves not
The blame one was assigned to.
The ego is an illusion
In which everyone is caught.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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All we need to know
I boil the water
my soul feels
its warmth
the cups are
set side by side
with compassion
the sacred spices
now replace emptiness
water and tea
infused
one for her
one for me
I and thou
all we need
to know
poem by Jay Reynolds
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Cups Of Knowledge!
I HAVE TASTED OF THE CUP OF LOBSANG RAMPA'S KNOWLEDGE!
AND I WAS SATISFIED!
I HAVE TASTED OF THE CUP OF CHINUA ACHEBE'S KNOWLEDGE!
AND I WAS SATISFIED!
I HAVE TASTED OF THE CUPS OF WOLE SOYINKA'S KNOWLEDGE!
AND THE SOY-INKER'S KNOWLEDGE GAVE ME SATISFACTION!
OF THE CUPS OF AGATHA CHRISTIE'S KNOWLEDGE, I HAVE ALSO DRANK!
AND I AM REFRESHED AND SATISFIED!
OF THE CUPS OF CYPRIAN EKWENSI'S KNOWLEDGE I HAVE ALSO TASTED!
INDEED, I WAS SATISFIED!
I HAVE TASTED OF THE TALE TELLING KNOWLEDGES OF JAMES HARDLEY CHASE!
AND, I AM PLEASED!
DRINK OF THIS CUPS AND KNOW WISDOM! KNOWLEDGE! AND UNDERSTANDING!
AS I HAVE KNOWN ALSO!
THE KNOWLEDGE RUSH OF THE CUPS OF OVERLORD DON MANUEL IHCAKEYNO IS A MIGHTY OCEAN!
DRINK UNTO INFINITY!
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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A unequalled melody - for Sandra Fowler! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Edges of fluffy clouds are tinted pink
As Sun sets and Portulacca folds its lips.
Taking Nature’s cue, I slow down my pace.
Go back home to the rhythm of my breath.
At dusk, In company of poetry
Sit on the brown parquet floor, earnestly
It has come from distant lands to reach me.
Would you believe, words too have wings?
'Before the music ends', melody stirs
The long forgotten notes of Jal Tarang.
Eyes closed, am spellbound by sheer elegance
Of images; right word in the right place.
Jal Tarang is an ancient musical instrument. Cups of varying sizes, made of bronze or porcelain are filled with water. The pitch is changed by adjusting the volume of water in the cup. The number of cups depends on the melody being played. Bowls are arranged in semi circle in front of the player so he can reach them easily. He softly hits the cup with a wooden stick on the border to get the sound. it require great skill to produce right notes.Jal means water and tarang i think waves of sound.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Once you are assigned to a flight, the whole crew is assigned at the same time, and then that crew trains together for a whole year to prepare for that flight.
quote by Sally Ride
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4. Elements – Water
Water an elemental
Water a fundamental
Building block of life
Water of Life
Water of Death
Water in all religions
Water in all living things
Water in all countries
Water also used for barter
No life without water
No rife with water
No respect for water
Willful neglect of water
Water, for cooking
Water, for cleaning
Water, for drinking
Water, for living
Water, for dying
Water is the same
In all languages
Water is the same
To all living beings
poem by Anand Dixit
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Looking for Water
Still the leaves are spinning 'round
Take my hand as we go down, and down, and down
Looking for water
Well, our light's gone in a New York minute
Don't know about you, but my heart's not in it
(Looking, looking, looking)
I'm looking for water
I'm looking for water
(Looking, looking, looking)
I can't breathe the air, can't raise a fact
'Cause all we've got left is a beat in the night, and I'm
(Looking for water)
Looking for water
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
Take my hand as we go down, and down
Leave it all behind, nothing could be found
(I'm, looking for water)
I'm looking for water
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
(I, looking for water)
Looking everywhere
(Looking for water)
Looking here and there
(I'm looking for water)
I'm looking for water
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
I can't live in this cage, I can't eat this candy
The edge of the earth to the spin in my head
The look in your eyes and never means never
The dawn's early light, baby, dark is forever
(Looking, looking)
(Looking, looking)
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
I
(Looking for water)
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
I
(Looking for water)
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
I
(Looking for water)
(Looking for watter)
Looking, looking)
I
(Looking for water)
(Looking for watter)
Looking, looking)
I
(Looking for water)
(Looking for watter)
song performed by by David Bowie, music by David Bowie, lyrics by David Bowie from Reality
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I Need Water
Scorching hot summer’s day
Devastation struck on our holiday.
Water, water running out
No more water left about.
Where is water?
What to do?
Stressing, thirsty, hungry too.
Need a shower!
Need a drink!
But there is no time to think.
Running, running to the store
“No more water” written on the door.
I need water, but there’s none,
Definitely not having fun.
Feeling dirty!
Feeling sick!
Needing something so basic.
Water, water I need you
Then I’ll be as good as new.
Water, water always there,
Once it’s gone we’re made aware
Wasting water is not right
Now it’s gone I’ve seen the light.
I need water to survive
I’m lucky to be alive!
poem by Salvatore Mazzeo
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Singularity Creation Epic
cosmic dust
vast realms
more cupfuls
than all coffee cups
ever drunk drained
since first brewed
historic original cups
quenching coffee cups
face cosmic questions
scientists astronomers
study momentous
singularity event
big bang creations
spontaneous moment expands
everything miracle births
explodes accelerated realities
zero naught nothing instant
inescapable Genesis
creation science affirms
creating new all things
poem by Terence George Craddock
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My Choice
There's a cup half full
and one half empty.
From which one shall I drink?
I will always drink
from the one half full
for I'm an optimist.
Iwill not drink
from a cup half empty
for then I will persist
with a fear of losing
and never having enough.
So set 2 cups before me
My decision isn't tough.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Walking With The Lover...
walking with the Lover...
i see empty fields plowed,
come alive with crops abundant.
empty factory buildings filled
with the ghosts of hard working lives.
empty houses lit up,
and the sounds of families.
empty hands given cups and bowls,
empty hearts held close!
empty words given meaning,
empty promises fulfilled.
walking with the Lover...
touching the plenty of empty!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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If Our Sun Is A Star
Everyone living on Earth can see,
The Sun shining brightly...
With a radiance believed.
But when we leave this Earth,
Do we become stars...
To twinkle far?
And if our Sun is a star,
To shine brightly day and night...
Who and what is this,
Assigned to protect our existence?
Are we too not 'gods'...?
Here as a work-in-progress.
Awaiting to be assigned,
Somewhere in the Universe...
To exist eternally as 'divine'?
If not...
Why would God insist,
We exist to love Him first...
Above all others?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never Tire
I offer prayers each day
When I awake and get ready to play
New game each day of the life with joy
Look at sky with smiling face and enjoy
It has been formed as inseparable part
Prayers are to be offered when the day starts
Who knows when will we be offered grace again?
Life is on going struggle and must sustain the pain
When sun appears over the horizon
The blue water gets nice reflection
Provide us with the golden chance
As if it is to be availed it at once
Sun rays create ripple in the calm water
As if the course is gong to alter
There may be turmoil in coming moments
It has to be watched with heavy movements
The light spreads with clear message
Come to the full strength when I am ablaze
Take as much as you can and utilize
I have been assigned for you to oblige
I shall never tire
For which you must admire
Life is full of satire
Will aggravate more if put on fire
Life is never offered again
So think like sun and remain
In full fray when time is opportune
Every thing is subject to decay and not immune
The sun may rise and set
So be in command and never get late
Any time clouds may cover the sun
You will have less time at disposal to run
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Animal Eyes Staring
we have become hunger,
animal eyes staring,
waiting on movement.
there are shadows that talk,
and those that have nothing to say,
when time itself becomes an enemy.
do we walk on water,
do we dive and swim?
or do we drown with hesitation?
when illusions become empty plates,
filling stained cups with nothingness.
there's always another door,
another path yet untrodden.
and there are small victories
in footprints in fresh fallen snow.
for now we watch the cat,
and pray for those in the news.
following the trail of the ants,
to the edge of the spider's web!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Splash!
Splashing water, Water get,
Shooting jets, Getting wet,
Crystal Clear, Cool Water,
Water, Water, Water matter,
Water's Life, Water let
Living life, Keep alive.
Water, water, we survive.
The Anger Of Old Men...
who am i then?
is there nothing left?
the splintered leg
of the coffee table,
the doorknob broken,
the place on the edge of the yard
where the dog likes to piss?
do old men's bodies
crumble into the shadows
of all the things they've died for?
how many plates filled?
how many cups poured?
how many fires tended
against the night?
how many hands held?
how many dreams buried
beneath the tree that stands?
how many conversations
with pictures on the walls?
lonliness breathes,
with a stink familiar...
the tv drones like gnats
flung against the bulb...
the world's gone mad,
and everything i thought i knew,
is buried on the hill!
even the name on my shirt has faded,
coffee cups stacked in the sink.
the hands fumbling with buttons,
are both cold, and alone...
and the body on the bed,
is no body at all.
the vine grown into the gutters,
rain water falling on pavement cracked!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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What Happens when I Cry
The water in my eyes
The water in my heart
The air The air The air The air
The air that's in my soul
The water from a- crying-magpie
The water from a- stormy-sky
ALAS
Air inside a robin-bird
Air in a sky that never stirred
The water in my eyes
The water in my heart
The air The air The air The air
The air that's in my soul
Oh my eyes
My heart
My soul!
(18th May 2011)
poem by Rebecca Stansfield
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Who Will You Blame
When you have no one to blame
Then who will you blame
For your suffering and your pain,
Would you blame it on GOD
Though to me that would seem odd
But would you, or could you, blame GOD.
When you then begin to suffer
Over hate or pain or some other
And you cant blame it on one or another,
Who will you then decide
That made you suffer and then made you cry
Especially, with no one at your side.
When you are there all alone
Inside of your empty home
And no one can hear you moan,
You are just there
And for you no one does care
So no one offers you a prayer.
When you have made a mistake
Maybe instead of giving you did take
Or maybe something, you did break,
Whose fault will it be
In that part of your destiny
When you cant blame someone, or even me.
Then when you are getting old
And you are carrying a heavy load
And then you catch yourself a terrible cold,
Your family and friends are all gone
So now there is just you, the one
So tell me, can you still continue on.
Your cupboards are now all bare
And all you have is an empty chair
And in your mirror, you see and empty stare,
But now then comes that rain
And now who will you blame
For all your suffering, and all your pain.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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