The arrogant are holy
The arrogant must choose a god
And must worship with all vehemence
Publicly and deliberately,
To appear to others as god fearing.
It will dilute his arrogance
And the people would fear
That the god might be with him.
17.11.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Fear Of Fear
Fear is not what I am afraid of.
True, it is a frightful thing to fear;
But the fear of fearing fear is overwhelming
Especially when its form becomes sheer
Fear is like losing a tree of shade on a bristling day
Or losing your breath when you fall below the sea;
I fear this fear of fearing these fears
And it is this fear that is part and parcel of me.
Fear is like loving without being loved back,
Fear is like leaving without being left;
And the fear of loving and leaving and being loved and being left
Is opposed by the fear of not fearing anything
And being an empty vase, noisy and bereft
I fear not death nor do I fear life,
But I fear the fear of both as my peers;
If I could release one fear from my fears
It would be the fear of fearing these fears.
poem by Samah Khan
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Some People Worship
Some people worship the fiery sun
And some the crescent moon
Some people worship the stars above
But God I worship you
Some people worship dragons
And some hand carved statues
Some people worship the devil
But God I worship you
You created the heavens above
The earth with color of every hue
Then in your image you made man
God I worship you
Some people worship their president
And some their nation too
Some people worship themselves
But God I worship You!
© by Patricia Bankhead
poem by Patricia Bankhead
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Fear is Everywhere You look
Everyone has a fear
They don’t even know where it comes from
Fear is everywhere you don’t have to look
There are fears that scare little kids
Like the dark or the monster in the closet
But without fear the world would fall into darkness
There are some people that fear other people
And some that fear water
But a lot of people fear the end of the world
There are people that do not have any fear
They are the people that are different
Even if they hide their fears from humanity
I am someone that is different
But I will tell you my fear
And that is
The fear of my friends dying first
I could not live with out my friends
A man once told me that fear is away to run
Show no fear even in the eyes of the end
Fear is everywhere you look
I told you my fear
I think that you have a fear too
But if you dare to tell
That is your choose
I do not control you
I have said that fear is everywhere you look
What is your worst fear? ? ?
I will not judge you if you tell! ! !
poem by Thomas Henderson
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Sonnet: Choose The Things in Your Life
0 choose your friend who must be good as you;
And choose your spouse better than you; make sure;
And choose the one best as your Teacher too;
And choose ambitions that suit your nature.
0 choose the profession thats truly best;
And choose the hobbies that ne'er interfere;
And choose your Time to begin work, take rest;
And choose your enemies, you surely fear.
0 choose your food that gives extended health;
And choose your garments -comfortable wear;
And choose the honest way to added wealth;
And choose the burden right, body can bear.
0 choose the people who deserve help most;
And choose good principles, yet never boast.
poem by John Celes
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Those Doors Of Those Candy Stores Are Closed
Gone to distance are those days,
Allowed for some people...
To insult the ones,
Of charitable ways.
Gone also...
Is that catering done,
To those with childishness displayed...
With a thoughtlessness exposed,
Publicly in front of everyone.
And packed and gone,
Are roommates who debate...
Their selfishness in stale relationships.
Those who have arrived,
To prize their maturity...
Are not putting up,
With any of this nonsense.
Because,
Number one...
No one has to.
Not me or those selected few who choose.
And...
Number two?
That will be done in the bathroom.
Not all over the place.
Or,
Accepted to be thrown in one's face!
Today?
Not too many people are tolerating,
'Stuff'...
That comes to deliberately,
Stink up...
Their choice to live quiet and peaceful lives.
Gone to distance,
Are those days...
Allowed for some people,
To insult the ones...
Of charitable ways!
Those doors of those candy stores are closed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Arrogance
Why are you so arrogant?
[th....th...there he is!]
[th....there he is!]
[th....th...there he is!]
What makes a man wanna rule the world? (a double a double arrogance)
(u got it)
Make him man enough to say hes 50-50 girl (a double a double arrogance)
(u got it)
What makes a man wanna curse and swear? (a double a double arrogance)
song performed by by Prince
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My fears
Sometimes I am fearful to follow my own dreams
And I have fears that I may cease to be
Because I fear to speak
I am fearful when I see
People substituting fear for reason
And I am more fearful when
I see people fearing to think
I have a preference to have assurance
That my fear will never arise
But I believe that I do not have assurance
That my fear will never arise
And I am not very well prepared to face on this
But I will never love ignorance,
I will never be a liar,
I will never fear to love people around,
And I will never fear of myself
Just because I know me.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Loath and Fear
If I would rely on phrenology,
Or science, or mythology,
I'd burn down this damned city
And disembark in a conclusion
Of the ugly veracity:
I loathe everything!
I fear everything!
I loathe that I am writing about loathing
And I fear that I might lose every one
Though I barely have anyone,
So I loathe even more on this fear.
I loathe that I write about myself all the time, and
I fear that I might not be writing at all
I loathe that I would narrate a story
In the surreal slopes of enigma, and
I fear, afterwards, that no one will pry
To understand or even console.
I loathe that my mouth cannot mouth
What my hands opted to write, and
I fear that my hands aren't equipped
To write what I cannot mouth.
I loathe even more that I build walls
For people to beat down and divulge
The forlorn boy inside, and yet
I fear to be found.
And I loathe to the point of breaking
That no one ever cared to pry
And that makes me shudder in fear, and
I fear this kind of loathing
And loathe this kind of fear.
I loathe that I cannot gain readers, and
I fear that I may never have
I loathe that readers appreciates the writing
But not the congealed brook
Between the lines of it, and
I fear that they might not even
Appreciate the spilled blood
In every line of it.
I loathe, I fear,
That apart from writing
I am never good at anything
Except maybe from fearing and loathing.
I loathe that I blame the past
For making me loathe a lot, and
For making me fear a lot
For making me loathe sports, and
For making me fear trying
And all the brusquely recreations
And the shame of failing.
I loathe, I fear,
That I was turned
To be a loathing misanthrope
From a fearing diffident
Or perhaps not,
Perhaps, I am both.
I loathe, I fear,
The mad man that I am
Smoking the emaciation out
For I loathe and fear the society
And their chauvinistic beliefs.
I fear that I am ninety pounds flat,
I loathe that I am not doing anything,
And I loathe and fear my loathing and fearing
Because I fear that all I have left
Is my loathing to strengthen myself.
I loathe my poor drinking limit
And I loathe the carousals
As much as I fear encompassing the line
And fearing the toll of carousals
For I never get inebriated
In loathe and fear.
I loathe the carousing table
For they are full of shallow people
Except for one person, perhaps
And I loathe and I fear,
That I may not be him.
I loathe that I am poor
Because I am jobless
And so are my parents.
I loathe, I fear,
That when I finish college
And finally get a job
That I cannot think for myself
Because my shoulders are donned
With so much unsolicited weights;
I loathe that I loathe it
Because it makes me a loathing glutton
Self-centered and loathsome, and
I fear all this loathing
For the very same reasons.
I loathe that I do not have friends
And that I cannot have friends
And that I loathe my friends, and
I fear that I can loathe my friends
Or not having thereof
For I fear to realize
That I do not even know what I want
Or that no one knows what I want.
I loathe that I do not have the facilities
And sometimes the interest
And there is nothing much fearful
Than loathing your fears
And fearing your loathing
From your fears.
I fear the approaching season
For I am bound to loathe even more
That the people are carousing
For not a single reason
Whilst I loathe, whilst I fear
Not having anything.
And despite me inscribing these
I loathe that I am doing these, and
I fear that I am not doing these right.
I loathe and fear that I am hopeful
Again and again after another failure
And I loathe, and I fear,
That even with a fractured cranium
I would still go for another try
And I loathe even more
And I fear even more
That I loathe, and that I fear,
But never give up
On loath and fear.
poem by Norman Santos
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I am pleased to see that many of the world's leaders have publicly recognized that the crisis in the Middle East was deliberately incited by terrorist organizations.
quote by Alcee Hastings
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What the world needs now is more Americans. The U.S. is the first nation on earth deliberately dedicated to letting people choose what they want and giving them a chance to get it.
quote by Ferdinand Mount
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Yema quells other fears
In me dies the fear of God;
I don’t pray as time runs out.
In me dies the fear of people;
I don’t love as their help dries out.
In me dies the fear of space,
Shrines being no longer divine.
In me dies the fear of soil;
I don’t long for it, about to leave.
In me dies the fear of looks
As I live a life of neglects.
In me lies the fear Yama
As to how He would conduct me.
[Yema is the god of death]
15.03.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Corporate Bottom Line
Shabbily they're seen and treated...
Workers jerked and losing perks.
Erased,
Are any raises in pay.
Everyday a job is outsourced,
To prevent a further loss.
And this is cost effective,
As a company directs!
Silk suits sit high to do their looting.
No matter who is booted,
To refine a bottom line.
And...
Silk suits sit high to do their looting.
No matter who is booted,
To refine a bottom line.
Uprooted to make beautiful,
A corporate bottom line.
Those recruited to dilute and choose...
A corporate bottom line.
Uprooted to make beautiful,
A corporate bottom line.
Those recruited to dilute and choose...
A corporate bottom line.
No excuses when it comes to boost,
A corporate bottom line.
Those recruited to dilute and choose...
A corporate bottom line.
Uprooted to make beautiful,
A corporate bottom line.
Those recruited to dilute and choose...
A corporate bottom line.
No excuses when it comes to boost,
A corporate bottom line.
Shabbily they're seen and treated...
Workers jerked and losing perks.
Erased,
Are any raises in pay.
No excuses when it comes to boost,
A corporate bottom line.
No excuses when it comes to boost,
A corporate bottom line.
No excuses when it comes to boost,
A corporate bottom line.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bedlam and Evil
We need a fear injection,
To get done...
To keep the people fed with fearing.
We need to keep their minds afraid,
And imbedded with an enemy that's creeping!
We need to keep suspicions up
To provoke the notion,
Of bedlam and evil!
We need a fear injection,
To get done...
To keep the people fed with fearing.
We need to keep their minds afraid,
And imbedded with an enemy that's creeping!
We need to keep suspicions up
To provoke the notion,
Of bedlam and evil!
We need to keep the devil publicized...
And sadness on our faces and our eyes!
Well...
We need a fear injection,
To get done...
To keep the people fed with fearing.
We need to keep their minds afraid,
And imbedded with an enemy that's creeping!
We need to keep suspicions up
To provoke the notion,
Of bedlam and evil!
And if none of this is done...
No one will know,
Who or what it is we are!
We need a fear injection,
To get done...
To keep the people fed with fearing.
We need to keep their minds afraid,
And imbedded with an enemy that's creeping!
And if none of this is done...
No one will know,
Who or what it is we are!
We need to keep suspicions up
To provoke the notion,
Of bedlam and evil!
And if none of this is done...
No one will know,
Who or what it is we are!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Choose To Die
People choose to die
He smokes even though he knows each smoke he takes kills him
People choose to die
She stays with him even though he beats her every night
People choose to die
He continues to be a prostitute even though he's been living with HIV for the last 3 years.
People choose to die
She drinks and drives even though she's been in 15 drunk driving accidents. Even hit a little girl.
People choose to die.
Thats what we fail to realize.
(6-23-09)
poem by London Turner
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Night Of Horror
Night draw closer
like plague,
leaving me in wonderland
for I know not where I belong.
Night‘re for victorious
Night‘re for victim.
The victim is the man;
the victory is for the witches
every night they haunt
my armedless soul. (I dread to night)
Every night‘re nightmares,
They slain my dream
and murder became the
fate of my sleep
Every night they claim
my peace;
the peace that goes with nightfall
and left me to the luxury
of nothing but fear.
Fearing for the night
fearing for nothing,
yet I'm fearing for everything
fearing, and mere fear;
fearing that tonight
they might wash
them guilty hands in my blood
like they did with Caesar's
Night are filled with everything
Yet nothing come to your aid.
Night are brighten by stars
Yet darkness crown we head
I dread night fall.
The hoots of owl
Flames my disgust
For night fall.
The noise from their vocal piece
Make me mistake my dreams
For illusions;
I dread might fall
For at night my soul
Die a thousand time before
Cockcrow.
poem by Matthias Pantaleon
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People accuse me of being arrogant all the time. I'm not arrogant, I'm focused.
quote by Russell Crowe
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On One Road
If people in places where jealousies exist,
Have no original thoughts of their own or common sense...
An attempt to dilute what is presented takes place.
With a making less effective,
Those benefits for all that could initiate...
A unified doing with a purpose that does not exclude.
Yet...
There are those who prefer,
A continued fast pace of the spreading of ignorance...
That eliminates an awakening to erase comprehension.
And ensuring minds confined are further left behind.
With a keeping of stereotypical images less difficult to find,
And easily found to adapt to definitions confusing the mission.
This is similar to establishing 'one' deity to worship,
But pleasing all who happen to see...
The 'pieces' instead of the whole.
And...
A way to worship this 'deity' differently to appease,
Those who will agree they have come to travel on one road.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Personal Choice
I have met some wonderful people and I have met some who are far from nice
Suppose the type of person that you or I are with us is a personal choice
We can be arrogant and judgemental that is if we do wish to be
Or we can be loving and caring at least that's how it seems to me
There isn't any excuse for racism or for putting another person down
Though no shortage of racists and xenophobics since they do live in every town
But no shortage as well of good people I'm lucky I meet them every day
People who are generous and kindhearted and of others ill never do say
'Tis easy for to be judgemental and judge not and thou shalt not be judged seems so true
What goes around always does come around we receive from life what is our due
Treat others as you'd like them to treat you and you will be doing okay
Those who do wrong to other people to karma the price have to pay
With those who say we can choose the type of person that we are I cannot say I disagree
If I choose for to disrespect somebody that person will not respect me.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I Am Going to Throw My Arrogance Around
You may think this distasteful,
And I can care less.
But I am going to throw my arrogance around.
With a pulchritude that is peacocked.
Like a rooster doing goose steps.
And swimming like a swan,
On my own fresh water pond.
Why?
Because that's what I choose to do.
You?
Can take a hike or fly a kite!
Like I said...
I can care less.
I am going to throw my arrogance around.
And guess what?
Not even seek your approval.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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