Men and woman hone their skills
The title to be won being little,
The contenders would be of low ranks.
The title to be won being handsome,
The contenders would be of high ranks.
Men and women are desperate to grow
So that their contenders will be worthy.
But for this, they could not have honed their skills.
30.07.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Except His sweet will
No necessity of God
To come to earth
To fight contenders.
There is no contenders
in His own cosmos
Except His sweet will.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Contenders
Were going to stop this world from turning
We build it up you knock it down
If you go high then well go higher
Beyond the sky without a sound
Its gonna take a lot but we got plenty
Keep building up keep movin round
If you use ten then well use twenty
Theyre up above and underground - all around
Weve won weve lost weve counted up the cost
And weve evened out the scores we are contenders
Im telling you so pay attention
These words of truth come from above
In God we trust and he has told me
I need you now and Im talking love
We want a piece of what youre selling
Put up your hands and face the wall
How much it costs there is no telling
How much it costs to walk so small - and were so tall
In truth we dare we people just dont care
Weve got you running scared we are contenders
Rich or poor or hiding from the law
You know what weve got in store we are contenders
Youre black, or white, arab, christian, israelite
We are hiding in plain sight we are contenders
Dont bother asking for a favour
I always get all that I want
Though some are foolish we are braver
Than those who do not have a bomb
Forget the turning of the seasons
Lets escalate and never stop
And yes weve talked but for no reason
Lets start again right from the top - countdown
10 - 9 - 8 - 7 - 6 - 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1
Got the world on a string but it aint got that swing
You speed it up we slow it down
A frontier wilder than the west ever was
No sheriff round this outlaw town
So superman if youre listening
Help us out youre on the team
For truth and justice, the american way
The fight for rights not what it seems - with laser beams
With gun and sword there is no reward
But were fighting on we are contenders
Weve won weve lost and weve counted up the cost
And weve evened out the scores we are contenders
Youre black, or white, arab, christian, israelite
We are hiding in plain sight we are contenders
No virgin birth is going to claim the earth
We know what youre worth we are contenders
song performed by by Heaven 17
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January is the garbage can of movies in America, directly after all the Oscar contenders have been out.
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~ Love ~
Let’s write some
Duets on love,
Wherein we
Become the
Lovers...
Our couplets -
The contenders,
Vying for the
Attention of our
Beloved
Readers :)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Wife makes me insecure
She chose to marry me; it’s my credit.
Other contenders failed; it’s my merit.
She attracts men around; it’s my profit.
Will she be susceptible? I’m insecure.
01.10.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Boxing Match
Two contenders on the ring
jumping, hitting and smashing each other
with gloves on, they fight like
the modern jaguars with the target of money
and the grand title the ring can offer.
As they punch each other
with the sole goal of winning,
they cease to look at each other
in the eye as friends in the lonely jungle
but as enemies in the fight over
who is weaker and who has more the power.
Never mind the blood that spills over!
Never mind the fall of the other contender!
The watching crowd shares
the nature of the tigers,
they, too, growl and cheer
when the other is knocked down.
Hurrah to the more powerful!
The boxing match becomes
the jungle of humans
caring only for the strong
and condemning the weak.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Even though they won't finish in the top four this season, they will still be of the contenders next season.
quote by Alan Hansen
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Title
Give a title
Pursue it.
Giving title is in your hand
After giving title it is you
To go behind it.
Through this title
You are going to search truth
And the secret of truth
Though the title is
Not based on truth.
Title given on imagination
And imaginary world is not real world.
Without imagination
You can not go anywhere
You can not achieve anything.
It is your imagination
That pull and push you.
From the starting
You are wandering
With the title
You have given.
Unless you forget
All that are yours
You can not reach me.
Go not with anything.
Come to me only
Come to me in empty.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Falling Higher
(m - weikath l - deris, weikath)
I thouhgt that I felt alright with my world
But now that I knew seems taken by someone
Probing me, waiting if I take the bait
Surrender, step into the line
We wont give into the false
We are not as dull as taken
Someone will hold out if they can
They must kill us if they want us to fall
When we unite
Were falling higher
When words collide
Well stand straight in turmoil and fear
No harm comming near
Hungry forever since we took a glance
Feared that the world was taken by someone
We realized by the look in your eyes
Metal will never die
With magic in your hands
We are lost-and-found contenders
For a kingdom of our stand
Come togheter no surrender at all
With magic in your hands
We are lost-and-found contenders
For a kingdom of our stand
Come togheter no surrender at all
When we unite
Were falling higher
When words collide
Well stand straight in turmoil and fear
No harm comming near
No harm comming near
No harm comming near
Were falling higher
Solo 1: michael
Solo 2: roland
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Slander
Slander has a sharper edge than a sword,
More venomous than venom in action,
More severe than cyclones in damage,
And penetrates through the impenetrable.
Victims of slander are often women,
Mostly mistresses of men in high ranks,
Maidens of all ranks and famous queens.
It sleeps with them in their graves to our delight.
28.02.2009
[Inspired by Shakespeare’s Cymbeline act III, iv]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Handsome
To think that the adult lion
Was once a tiny thing.
So his mother kept her eye on
This one who would be king.
She knew that he was full of life,
Vivacious, full of fun!
Yet he must learn to conquer strife
And fight until he's won.
No easy street, no gentle road,
No straight smooth path ahead...
For him, there was a higher code,
Just like a thoroughbred...
Each day would be a battlefield,
Pretenders for his throne,
Contenders waiting still concealed
Until they are full grown...
For now he was a handsome beast
With tiny hidden scars...
Aware that others never ceased,
He dare not let them pass...
He met each challenge with a sneer
And then a grisly growl...
Yet knowing he would win and jeer
And hear his loser howl...
It's Nature's way... it's raw, it's wild,
It's life and death, my friend...
No place for those so meek, so mild,
With no thought to defend...
This handsome lion knows his worth,
His offspring know it, too...
His mother knew it from his birth...
A winner through and through!
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Handsome'.
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poem by Denis Martindale
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Warfront
The spectre of falling towers in night
unfolds in awe.
A reclusive star rises in east at dawn.
Heart of pig was being readied
for implant, tallies with the seizured
hollow of a man.
A young girl of seventeen, comes for
a rendezvous with a terrorist,
eats the bullets for a damned nether land.
Every one was angry after
the explosion. Only truth had a slit of smile
in the smokescreen of contenders.
A dialogue on violence must start
to know the reality of nirvana
fear will not end, ending of fear.
poem by Satish Verma
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Football! ! !
Football is my favorite game
I love to watch them play -
Those tightly muscled butts and legs
On an awesome autumn day;
How fluidly and gracefully
They dance across the green -
Such elegant contenders play
The best I've ever seen;
Some people think I'm crazy
The way I love the game -
But I'd rather be watching football
Than anything I can name;
Of course I may be prejudiced
I love my maise and blue -
That BIG 10 team that rules the league.............
You rock the Big House - BLUE! ! !
Crown of Gold, Crown of Thorn
In any quest for love, just like many others
A winner is proclaimed from all the contenders
The shining crown of gold, just one but who would wear
Decided by a judge, the heart or mind, either
and the winner is...
In this ever changing world, it's not easy to say
Who the real winner is till come the time and day
Was it the winner who lost or the loser who won
Or did the crown of gold became a crown of thorn
In this uncertain world, no one can ever say
Who'll really win or lose, only the time and day
poem by Pacific Hernandez
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You Will Make Them Proud
What's in a title you may well ask,
Think carefully before you name,
A nom de plume is akin to a mask,
It can be beautiful but it can also maim.
When you're naming a child be wary,
What you call them is theirs for life,
Some names given can be scary,
Remarks made can cut like a knife.
A name can be just like an open wound,
Inside and out it can fester,
If you choose a title that is finely tuned,
They will not then become the court jester.
You may well think you don't really care,
It's your child you can do what you want,
They have to live with it so please be aware,
Your decision could come back to haunt.
When they mature and grow older,
In their title they may well feel ashamed,
Their attitude to you will grow colder,
It will be you who is blamed.
Some human beings can be very cruel,
To abuse they'll use any excuse,
Don't let your child be made feel a fool,
Name them wisely lest they suffer abuse.
Just like in poetry a title can rhyme,
Please ensure you give that some thought,
Some names given should be classed as a crime,
As they can leave the recipient distraught.
I tell you this story as a warning,
My mother entitled me Jock,
Some of the names I'm now adorning,
Have placed me in a state of shock.
You love your child so try to be kind,
That title on them you've endowed,
Will be theirs forever keep that in mind,
choose wisely and,
‘' You Will Make Them Proud ‘'
Starts/Ends/Thoughts/Randoms of Poem that Are in Progress
Poem title: Unknown 1
Like a line in a song
Like a letter in word
Poem title: Unknown 2
Keeps you sane
But keeps the pain
Poem title: Unknown 3
Starved for help
Thirsty to be free
Poem title: Free
So turn the key
and unlock the door
set your self free
from this cage
Open the door
and let yourself through
poem by Jenn Koning
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Each One Needs a Title
Each one needs a title.
It's not enough to call them by their first names.
Or not be introduced,
Without hearing one's résumé.
And they are serious too.
They want people to know they've earned degrees.
They quickly reveal where they live, what they drive.
And where they eat to be fed the best cruisine.
Each one needs a title.
Something that widens eyes a lot.
Some are overheard saying,
Where they vacation and shop.
Who has a nanny!
And which ones do not.
Who employs a housekeeper.
And which services some had to stop.
Each one needs a title.
At least one impressive enough...
For tongues to wag,
And jaws to drop!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Silence
Today I heard a song
that whispered through the trees
and was shouted by the breeze.
It was an enchanting song
of which no words
would ever fit.
If they did,
they would only spoil it.
The song had a title
and the title was simply silence.
So in the morning hours
I sat and listened for a while
refreshing my senses
with its rhapsody
in the morning
not far from me.
22 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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Sonny Liston
When Sonny Liston was World heavyweight Boxing Champion the
World was a much different place
Though before he won the title from Floyd Patterson the first man had been to outer space
I recall photos of him after he lost his title to Muhammad Ali the look of disappointment in his face
Long before he knew adulation and glory he only knew of failure and disgrace.
From the night he lost his title to Ali for him 'twas downhill to failure all of the way
No more moments of glory for the ageing Sonny Liston he was then well beyond his prime day
In the rematch with Ali he did not regain his title and he returned to his old ways of crime
Yet memories of the man known as 'The Big Bear' are destined for to live on for some time
That he did take his own life Sonny Liston just to think about to say the least seems sad
He may have had many criminal covictions but there was worse than him since he was not all bad
He was one who knew of shame and glory and he is one well worthy of recall
And though his end one might say was far from glorious death in one way or another will come to us all.
When Sonny Liston lost his title to Ali before the onset of this technological age
I recall a memorable photo of him in a newspaper a headline caption in the sporting page
The poor bloke had such a sad look about him a memory with me that still remain
Of one who knew of disgrace and glory, discrimination, insult and hardship and pain.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Lord of The Jungle
Lord of the Jungle, certainly,
This leopard so serene.
He posed with sovereign majesty,
The best that's ever been.
The strongest leopard God had made
Of all that lived before,
An alpha male was here displayed,
Of that, you can be sure!
His destiny was crystal clear.
Contenders must beware!
Observing what they knew was fear,
To beg them to take care!
Why risk your life against the Lord?
Why challenge to a fight?
His confidence can't be ignored,
It's safer to take flight!
Lord of the Jungle, yes, in truth!
His power's known to all.
This is the legacy of youth,
That lesser cats recall.
And, to them, he's like a legend,
The bravest of the brave.
And so, I ask, before life's end,
Such creatures we should save.
poem by Denis Martindale
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