The Apparent Virtue
To gratify one’s ego
Or to pacify one’s guilt or both,
One drains one’s time and purse,
And seams to the mass as generous.
03.11.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Flag Day
Too many florence nightingales
Not enough robin hoods
Too many halos not enough heroes
Coming up with the goods
So you though youd like to change the world
Decided to stage a jumble sale
For the poor, for the poor
Its a waste of time if you know what they mean
Try shaking a box in front of the queen
cause her purse is fat and bursting at the seams
Its a waste of time if you know what they mean
Too many hands in too many pockets
Not enough hands on hearts
Too many ready to call it a day
Before the day starts
So you thought youd like to see them healed
Got blue peter to stage an appeal
For the poor, for the poor
Its a waste of time if you know what they mean
Try shaking a box in front of the queen
cause her purse is fat and bursting at the seams
Its a waste of time if you know what they mean
Flag day, flag day, flag day
song performed by by Housemartins
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Honesty
Let's be brutal
Its stares you in the face
But no one seams to care
We say it
As often as we can
But no one seams to care
We open up
To say what we mean
But no one seams to care
So what's the point?
Of speaking up
If no one seams to care
But if you really mean it
And it comes straight from the heart
Then never give it up
Because at least you know you care
poem by Kaila George
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
It is easy to be generous out of another man's purse.
Alms do not empty the purse, and a mass does not exhaust the day's duty.
Grabby Gabby
Grabby Gabby was a little boy who was talking all the time
One day as he was walking, he saw on the sidewalk a dime
This started him to be grabby
Whenever he saw something shining, he would be grabby
One3 dayas he was walking, he saw a black shining lady's purse
He grabbed it and looked inside and found a lot of money in the purse
Also, he found a driver's license so he knew who the person was who owned the purse
So, he hurried to the ladie's house to return the purse
She was so happy that Grabby Gabby returned to her the purse and money
She gave him a reward of a large amount of money
June 29,2006, Clarence A. Graham, Jr.
poem by Jr. Clarence A. Graham
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder” (The Billion-Dollar Question)
We must all stay aware…..,
Of the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder….,
It’s been increasing for years….,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !
Can’t dare turn our backs….,
On the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
It’ll sneak up and kill us…,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !
It’s hard to believe and conceive….
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
That’s why so many are blind….,
To the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder …! ! !
We’ve seen the bloody attacks…..,
Of the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
So we must face the facts….,
On the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !
Yes they’re after us all…,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
Their radical religion condones it….,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !
Can we control it or stop it….,
So it won’t go any further….? ? ?
That’s the billion-dollar question….,
On the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder …! ! !
poem by Trade Martin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Weapons of Mass Destruction
The Holy Roman Empire and Alexander The Great
Exterminate the globe, with extreme prejudice,
A Weapon of Mass Destruction
The European Inquisition, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
The Holy Christian Crusades, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
The Manifest Destiny and land expansion, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
Globalization and commercialization of the many rain forests,
A Weapon of Mass Destruction
Comprehensive sanctions is economic violence,
A Weapon of Mass Destruction
The procreation of religion and God, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
Democratizing the whole world, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
The extermination of The Iroquois Confederation, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
World domination the salvation of, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
War, is the greatest Weapon of Mass Destruction
The justification for annihilation of, The Constitution
The constitution of retribution, the absolution of, A Weapon of Mass Destruction.
poem by Josephine DixonBanks
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A strange belief
I took her hand on the bridal bed.
My guilt was awake with the thought
Of girls that fell victim of my lust.
I trusted she wasn’t someone’s.
19.09.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Vision
Someone I know
Had a vision it seams
I was still here at work
Even married it seams
Now it makes me wonder
What does it all mean?
poem by Kaila George
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Seams In Their Stockings July 7th,2012
SEAMS IN THEIR STOCKINGS July 7th,2012
By
James Bredin
In the middle of the Twentieth Century there was a time,
We didn't have much money - sometimes not even a dime,
I still see those old girls at the Town Center now and then,
They don't recognize me with a big gray beard, again and again.
Many of those ladies who wore seams in their stocking are now old,
They nearly drove me mad back then, as they walked to and fro,
But somewhere along the way, I myself turned into an old man,
Was that in Toronto, Halifax, New York or Newfoundland?
But that was long ago before their hair turned white and cut short,
And I was much younger then and more inclined to cavort,
But I still miss those seams and wish they could come back once more,
While this old man could still watch from a distance just like before.
July 12th,2012
poem by James Bredin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
That is why they are great.
Elsewhere merciless, one is merciful.
Elsewhere being mean, one is generous.
Elsewhere biased, one is.impartial.
Great men’s smallness is shut to the mass.
08.02.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Ego gratification
God’s men were there,
To serve and redeem,
With apparent sacrifice
And apparent selflessness.
They have done so
For ego gratification,
In exerting influence on,
And having hold onto, the mass.
01.09.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Conscience is silenced
Butchers have no guilt that they have slaughtered.
Choppers have no guilt that they have chopped
Fishermen have no guilt for their catch.
Soldiers have no guilt for their killings
Killing as profession will silence one’s conscience.
18.11.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Ladies First
Pamela Purse yelled, 'Ladies first,'
Pushing in front of the ice cream line.
Pamela Purse yelled, 'Ladies first,'
Grabbing the ketchup at dinnertime.
Climbing on the morning bus
She'd shove right by all of us
And there'd be a tiff or a fight or a fuss
When Pamela Purse yelled, 'Ladies first.'
Pamela Purse screamed, 'Ladies first,'
When we went off on our jungle trip.
Pamela Purse said her thirst was worse
And guzzled our water, every sip.
And when we got grabbed by that wild savage band,
Who tied us together and made us all stand
In a long line in front of the King of the land-
A cannibal known as Fry-'Em-Up Dan,
Who sat on his throne in a bib so grand
With a lick of his lips and a fork in his hand,
As he tried to decide who'd be first in the pan-
From back of the line, in that shrill voice of hers,
Pamela Purse yelled, 'Ladies first.'
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Some Days
Some days, I suture myself together
When the seams of my personality
Seem to tear so swiftly from the tether,
The quilted rag of my identity.
Some days, I allow my woolen spindle
To unravel itself into string.
Downward and unrolling, it's mass dwindles
As gravity forces it's spiraling.
Some days, I untangle the knotted threads
That tie all my patches tightly in place,
Preferring that maybe this time instead
I could sow myself and happily trace
The stitch-work compiling the positive
Ways in which, I think, I would like to live.
poem by Tim Stensloff
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The cause of the guilt
I put to death mosquitoes and rodents.
I caused deaths of goats and fowls.
I brought down falls of enemies.
No sense of guilt has prevailed on me
As it did when I cornered petty things
Of my parents, unknown to my siblings.
19.10.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
True guilt is guilt at the obligation one owes to oneself to be oneself. False guilt is guilt felt at not being what other people feel one ought to be or assume that one is.
quote by R.D. Laing
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The weak rule the themass
Moral codes, civil codes and gods
With a rod to whip with, are crafts
Designed by a cluster of the frail
To combat the mass, and rule them.
Law rules strongly
Where people live meekly
01.07.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
It is criminal to steal a purse, daring to steal a fortune, a mark of greatness to steal a crown. The blame diminishes as the guilt increases.
quote by Friedrich Schiller
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Heel Over Head
Don't you walk out that door
Don't even pet the dog on the floor
Just take your things in the yard
And throw your keys anywhere
After all the things I've done for you
Year after year after burnin' year
I'm sorry for wastin all your time
I'm sorry for loosin' all my life
And I think that I'm lost and hard to find
But I feel like i'm living a dumbless life
[Chorus]
Heel over head
Jet lag sky is painted white again
I'm heel over head
Leave my eyes in the clouds agian
You don't see me at all
You don't see me at all.
You don't see me at all.
You don't see me
Don't you walk away from me
I'm givin' up everything
But i think that I'm rippin' a part at the seams
And I'm findin it hard, hard to belive
And i feel like I'm livin' inside a dream
And no one believes
And no one sees
I'm sorry for wastin all your time
And I'm sorry for loosin' on the line
[Chorus]
Or hear me
Or touch me
Or bring me
Or think that I'm rippin' a part at the seams
You don't save me at all
You don't save me at all
You dont fell me or touch me
I'm sorry, and I'm sorry for wastin'
I'm sorry, and I'm sorry for wastin'
I'm sorry, and I'm sorry you don't See me
Hear me
Touch me
Bring me
Think that I'm rippin' a part at the seams
You don't see me
Hear me
Touch me
Bring me
Think that I'm rippin' a part at the seams
You don't see me at all
You don't see me at all
You don't see me at all
You don't see me or hear me
song performed by by Puddle Of Mudd
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!