The Supremo
A supremo went to the Court
With a defamation case against me
For my ill writing about him.
I pleaded guilty and tendered
Apology before the Judge.
The supremo put me in place.
Could the supremo mend the dent
In the heart of million readers?
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Salamandra
En el reino de la salamandra
Se murmura de un tal ruise├▒or
Que devora semilla de hombre
Que sola se queda
Y se consume en pasi├│n.
Vertical voluptuosa sonrisa
Que se ofrece al placer al dolor
Y en espuma desborda su fuerza
Recibe la lanza
De su supremo se├▒or...
Ah
song performed by by Miguel Bose from Salamandra
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Ars
El verso es un beso santo. ¡Poned en él tan sólo,
un pensamiento puro,
en cuyo fondo bullan hirvientes las imágenes
como burbujas de oro de un viejo vino oscuro!
¡Allí verted las flores que en la continua lucha
ajó del mundo el frío,
recuerdos deliciosos de tiempos que no vuelven,
y nardos empapados de gotas de rocío
para que la existencia mísera se embalsame
cual de una esencia ignota
quemándose en el fuego del alma enternecida
de aquel supremo bálsamo basta una sola gota!
poem by Jose Asuncion Silva
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Here goes the 116th Boston Marathon!
I am really fed up with the rat race
Almost tired & frustrated?
Darling! Please do not force this weakling
And I am so sorry as you spent a lot for me
In vain the multivitamin capsules
Five hour energy drinks & Viagra?
I'll be in the crowd if you like as a spectator!
You can take some close-up photographs
From the digital camera,
Our daughter sent from Australia.
At least we could pacify ourselves
That we have seen a true Marathon
For the first time in our life?
['We want people to know it's hard to go through something like this, but you can keep fighting and can continue to lead a positive life.'-Ed Feather]
*A humble dedication to the courageous 39 year-old Ed Feather Esq. of Framingham, Massachusetts who runs for the Marathon to honor his beloved wife, who died of ovarian cancer.My innocent prayers for the individual Poet-God with a heart to make him the winner Supremo!
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poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Epic of Life -20
Anger, lust, greed, envy and pride
Prominent among six foes which do reside
Embedded in human mind as an inheritance
Gifted by almighty, to remind His presence.
Lust for power as also for carnal desires
Suppresses his intellect and reasoning power.
Awakened is demon hibernating in his mind,
He then acts in many ways by wisdom denied.
The root cause of anger is often human ego
Never he hesitates to a fortune forgo
To satisfy it's whims, may they be unjust,
It compels him to initiate even a holocaust.
The greed proples him things to manipulate
To inveigle over others he fails to hesitate.
Supremo, thus, he becomes by moves malafide.
Inept get power to other's destiny decide.
Poet and
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poem by Ratnakar Mandlik
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An Ultimate Subpoena
A subpoena has been issued by the mighty judge.
Would you seek legal counsel for your case?
Apparently no counsel is available in this case.
In this court you alone must defend yourself?
No attorney anywhere has the power to subpoena you to this court.
No criminal defense lawyer anywhere has right to you defend?
No Government and Administrative Law to here with contend.
No Higher Court or Supreme Court to appeal to take your brief?
You have rendered unto Caesar what is Caesars.
Now it is time to render unto God what is Gods.
This is the Highest Court; in time all will face.
This is the scariest court; deciding eternal fate.
This one judgement; is binding for all eternity.
There will be no court of appeal; Jesus is ultimate judge.
I submit to you; that the milk of human kindness;
is a simple yet time tested; cosmic plan grand.
In the words of Fate Karma Kismet Destiny; or Hope Heavenly?
A creed of excellence; this is a real rewarding life philosophy.
Upon which to make a life time stand; as your indelible testimony.
Yet alas Jesus said; ‘I am the way and the truth and the light.
No one comes to the Father except through me.’ John 14: 6.
Accepting the blood
ransom sacrifice of Jesus
to cover all sin guilt
is the only pardon
permissible in this court
where all tried are guilty!
poem by Terence George Craddock
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D. U. I.
D. u. I. (11/8/11)
The judge asked: why was you speeding?
Why was you going so fast?
Why didn’t you ease up on the gas?
Your honor: I was Driving Under The Influence
Of her love.
I felt like a shooting star up above.
She has me intoxicated from head to toe
I don’t know which way to go.
She captured my heart and won’t let go
Her love is all I know.
Her love so mellow - so sweet, so fine
I feel like I’m high on wine.
If you are going to convict me for loving her
Then I stand as guilty as can be
For she has become a part of me.
Sentence me to a life of love
For she is the only one I could think of.
She already has my heart in jail
And I refuse to post my bail.
The judge looked at me as I stood in place
You are dismissed “ there is no case”.
poem by Louis Rams
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Mom or son, who is guilty?
“Mr. John, do you plead guilty,
Or, say for this theft not guilty? ”
The judge asked the young thief,
At the end, this question in brief.
“No, My Lord, I’m not guilty,
I say this upon the Almighty.
To tell the truth, my mom is guilty,
For her care upon me faulty.”
“My dad passed away,
I still remember that day,
When my mom cried,
I was then just a child.”
“In my student days,
I stole in small ways,
Coins from my house.
But my mom ignored this.”
“When I was grown up,
My wants also grew up.
I became a pick pocket,
Around the busy market.”
“My mom didn’t say a word,
Much about me when she heard,
No corrective steps she had taken,
Nor, with a stick I was beaten.”
“For her fault, I bear the brunt.
I’m taken to the court front.
This is a lesson to every mom.
Now it’s my duty to inform.”
The judge found some reason in this,
But failed to admit the plea of his,
As his blame on the mom to shift,
Never did the law book permit.
poem by Rajaram Ramachandran
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An Apology To The Reader Who Has Written Me A Message I Have Not Answered
AN APOLOGY TO THE READER WHO HAS WRITTEN A MESSAGE TO ME I HAVE NOT ANSWERED
The real apology is not this poem
It is one by one
Reader by reader
Answering each one
Who has ever written me.
It is reading all the poems of others
I do not want to say
A ‘real no’ or a ‘false yes’ to.
It is opening myself
To perhaps a true friend
To perhaps one whose writing
I see better than my own.
The real apology
Is in opening up to the poems of the many unknown others.
Will I do this
Will I give it the time
When I already am guilty
Of not using my limited time
To correct my past work?
Dear Reader,
I apologize, I do not know.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Respectable
Ah, it aint so easy is it? you almost lost your place.
And perhaps youre wondering how youre going to cope with your disgrace.
Well your wealth is well established and your friends were never few,
And all the things they told you of youre finding to be true.
Well if truth can free the guilty while the innocent must die,
Then I respect, respect, respect the coldest lie.
And you talk of human justice while you drive on fancy wheels.
And you push them to their limit just to see how nice it feels.
Well it doesnt really matter if shes living or shes dead,
You just drive away forgetting that your bumpers dipped in red.
Well if thats the kind of justice that our hall of justice claims,
Then I respect, respect, respect old jesse james.
And most cordially they caught you and they asked you to obey.
And they threw you into prison, just in case you could not pay.
Well king arthur jousted lancelot, who stole away his wife;
And your lawyers jousted with the court to save your precious life.
Well if living is what matters though you lie with every breath,
Then I respect, respect, the ones we put to death.
And you won your case most easily and soon you will be free.
But there will be a million more who lose their liberty.
Not because of what they did, but what they did not do:
They did not pay a lawyer or a judge to see them through.
Why, they had no friends to call on and they could not raise their bail.
Well if winning is what matters, I respect the ones who fail.
song performed by by Don McLean
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Sudden and Fast
I would have loved you till the last
It developed all of sudden and so fast
I was influenced to by all your greatness
That too very much by divine shining on the face
You stood there as only supremo
I stood there motionless and could not go
You mesmerized me and cast a magnificent spell
I just forgot everything, ran behind you and fell
May be it is divine wish that I was to be pulled
From my deep sleep towards dark and lulled
Yet that awakened me from my ignorance
I was all for it in your presence
You were perfect master and in control
It was magnificent invitation and call
I just fell for it and followed the stream
As you had waited for me to form a team
What to speak of you as an individual
You were superb in everything and not casual
You wore giant’s smile and brave man’s arms
I could feel from a distance a gesture and warmth
Many questioned about its durability at the end
I was all for full devotion and served as nearest friend
Nothing was to go wrong at any moment
As this was chance and supposed to be heavenly sent
You were brilliant at show for outside world
I was warm at heart but at home very cold
Nothing was to offend you in your pursuit
As you were always pleasant and cute
How two conflicting personalities can come together?
When there are lots many things to think and bother
Yet it can’t be taken at clashing points anytime
Even though it may end in unpleasant things sometimes
I was no where near him in any of aspects
Yet he commanded lots of wishes and respects
I was not at all taken for any of the offence
As it made me to think lucky in his presence
It is not necessary to have same quality
Two different personalities can be one with good qualities
When one supplement to other then it forms very good axis
There is no need to prove point or write thesis
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Roy Butler
If the learned Supreme Court of Illinois
Got at the secret of every case
As well as it does a case of rape
It would be the greatest court in the world.
A jury, of neighbors mostly, with "Butch" Weldy
As foreman, found me guilty in ten minutes
And two ballots on a case like this:
Richard Bandle and I had trouble over a fence,
And my wife and Mrs. Bandle quarreled
As to whether Ipava was a finer town than Table Grove.
I awoke one morning with the love of God
Brimming over my heart, so I went to see Richard
To settle the fence in the spirit of Jesus Christ.
I knocked on the door, and his wife opened;
She smiled and asked me in. I entered --
She slammed the door and began to scream,
"Take your hands off, you low down varlet!"
Just then her husband entered.
I waved my hands, choked up with words.
He went for his gun, and I ran out.
But neither the Supreme Court nor my wife
Believed a word she said.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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The Poet Who Has No Readers
THE POET WHO HAS NO READERS
The poet who has no readers
Needs the writing of the poetry
Loves the writing of the poetry
More than any recognition or praise
He may receive for it-
The poet who has no readers
Writes nonetheless,
For he needs and loves to write
Though he not be read or listened to at all.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Did You Have A Sound Sleep Last Night?
out there is snow
inside your room you pretended sleep
i tendered some unsolicited advices
which i stole from the experts
of sleep
i tendered the face of the man
who can sing you the
songs of passion
and love and who can make you
sleep
i tendered an old song of mother
a lullaby
i tendered an ear of father
touching your fingers
i wish i could have been a tributary
of so much sleep for you
the mind
of softness and pillows and
warmer beds
do not believe me, if you only know
i, too, could not sleep last night
your sleeplessness
is also my mess.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tyler
Appeal to the governor of louisiana
You may get an answer the process is slow
Federal government too much to help him
It's been nearly five years
And they won't let him go
(chorus)
Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so
What right do we have to say it's not so
Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so
What right do we have to say it's not so
Testify under pressure, a racist jury
Government lawyers its all for show
With rows of white faces
False accusations
He's framed up for murder
They won't let him go
(chorus)
Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so
What right do we have to say it's not so
Tyler ..... etc
Police gun was planted
No matching bullets
No prints on the handle, no proof to show
But tyler is guilty the white judge has said so
They show him no mercy
They won't let him go
(chorus)
Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so
What right do we have to say it's not so
Tyler...... etc
Appeal to the governor of louisiana
You may get an answer the process is slow
Federal government too much to help him
It's been nearly five years
And they won't let him go
(chorus)
Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so
What right do we have to say it's not so
Tyler .... etc
song performed by by Ub40
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La Calavera
En el derruído muro
de la huerta del convento,
en un agujero oscuro
donde, al pasar, silba el viento,
y, como una dolorida
queja a las piedras arranca,
hay, en el fondo, escondida
una calavera blanca.
De algún fraile soñador
de vida ejemplar y bella
y dedicada al Señor,
en el mundo única huella.
Abre los ojos, sin fondo,
como a visiones extrañas,
y del vacío en lo hondo
forjan telas las arañas.
Húmedo musgo grisoso
recubre la antigua grieta,
donde, en supremo reposo,
descansa ignorada y quieta.
Pero hasta aquella escondida
mansión la brisa ligera
lleva murmullos de vida
y olores de primavera.
Golondrinas, que en sus marchas
dejaron el patrio río,
huyendo de las escarchas,
de las brumas y del frío,
cuando la luz del Poniente
filtra por el hondo hueco
y hace parecer viviente
el cráneo rígido y seco,
desde las negras ruïnas,
alzan sosegado vuelo,
en sus vueltas peregrinas
tocan las ramas y el suelo,
como buscando en el prado,
ya por la tarde, sombrío,
el espíritu elevado
que habitó el cráneo vacío.
poem by Jose Asuncion Silva
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Just In Case
(b, r & m gibb)
Well, it seems every night and day, I get to lose
And I always held the faith inside
That love would find a way
And I always reached for more than the others ever saw
I was always the first to follow my foolish prayer
And the feeling that I have is more than any soul could bear
Hold me when I wake
Then I can be sure of who I am
Im half the man I should be, when youre gone
And youre telling me this is love,
But just in case, keep my heart in a secret place
Safe under lock and key, til I know its only me
One of us got to be the one thats true
One for the other and the love comes through
Right here or out in space
Give my heart to you, babe, but just in case
Yeah, just in case
Tell the world that Ive come to claim your tomorrows
Let the universal word go out a million miles away
And let history show
On the wind the seed is sown
We are living in a time where the tears fall where they might
But we hear each other much more than those who see
We are not alone
Love is there for everyone who needs
And for anyone who cries
I will always have you here with me
Ohh
And youre telling me this is love,
But just in case, keep my heart in a secret place
Safe under lock and key
til I know its only me
One of us has got to be the one thats true
One for the other and the love comes through
Yours, mine, and face to face
Give my heart to you
But just in case
Yeah, just in case
Ahhh, ohhh baby, ahhh, ohhh, ohhh baby, ahhh
And youre telling me this is love,
But just in case, keep my heart in a secret place
Safe under lock and key
til I know its only me
One of us has got to be the one thats true
One for the other and the love comes through
Yours, mine, and face to face
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Beyond all reasonable doubt For J.T ellison
Can it be that you believe?
that justice is what you receive.
If you submit your case to court.
It ought to be but it is not.
All thought of justice is forgot
bogged down in legal argument.
Though you have right upon your side
Although you know the witness lied
it does not mean you’ll win your case.
You cannot prove his words untrue
so there is little you can do.
and at that point your case will fail.
Justice is blind and can be found
outside the court with her eyes bound.
Because she cannot bear to see.
The happenings inside the court
Injustices of every sort
No justice just a travesty.
13-Jul-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Courts, Compounding One's Woes
The court is a place
where you can lie, on a solemn Oath
and hire an expert
to manufacture more lies
Courts are meant mainly for the accused
technical ground would come in handy
to delay, avoid or even to let you go scot free
from the accusations made, heard and thus disposed
Laws are the same, but the pronouncements may vary
upon the merits of the each case argued
benefit of doubt is a spring-board for the the backdoor
as any fool can ask more than the wisest could answer
Money power is another weapon
to procure the most fittest eminent pleaders
to argue out your case in any bastion
the pouring money, its dubious sources have no legal implication
The idea - Natural Justice is very fair and friendly
siding with the defendants, it offers unduly, a long rope
quoting the principle, that the guilty may go free or unpunished
but, an innocent's interests shall have to be preserved
with our out of date legal jinx - if the detainee is VIP
the culprits are the most privileged
Honoured, favoured, paroled and getting elected
Cases would never be resolved during their entire life-span
Habitual offenders know pretty well
the sections and clauses, they would be charged with
before the case gets numbered or listed
they would foretell the terms of sentences correctly
A Judge is helpless and a ‘force majeure'
He cannot imitate the Solomon's Court
His hands are tied o the evidences produced and arguments noted
Justice Dispenser Machine, but with high immune.
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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El Poeta Leva el Ancla
Spanish
El ancla de oro canta...la vela azul asciende
Como el ala de un sueño abierta al nuevo día.
Partamos, musa mía!
Ante lo prora alegre un bello mar se extiende.
En el oriente claro como un cristal, esplende
El fanal sonrosado de Aurora. Fantasía
Estrena un raro traje lleno de pedrería
para vagar brillante por las olas.
Ya tiende
La vela azul a Eolo su oriflama de raso...
El momento supremo!...Yo me estremezco; acaso
Sueño lo que me aguarda en los mundos no vistos!...
Acaso un fresco ramo de laureles fragantes,
El toison reluciente, el cetro de diamantes,
El naufragio o la eterna corona de los Cristos?...
English
The golden anchor beckons, the blue sail rises
Like the wing of a dream unfolding to a new day.
Let us depart, my muse!
Beyond an anxious prow, the sea stretches itself out.
In the crystal clear East, Aurora's
Blushed beacon shines. Fantasy
Is donning a rare garment of gems
To wander brilliantly over the waves.
The blue sail
Unfolds its private oriflamme to Aeolus...
The supreme moment!...I tremble: do I know–
Oh God!–what awaits me in unseen worlds?
Perhaps a freshly picked bouquet of fragrant laurels,
The golden fleece, a diamond scepter,
A shipwreck, or the eternal crown of the Anointed Ones?...
poem by Delmira Agustini
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I'm one in a million
I’m one in a million
Of people who claims to be
But no one knows me
One in a million
Of people who are writing
But no one is willing to read
I’m one in a million
Of people who has serious
Entertaining issues
But no one is interested in them
One in a million
Of people who sings
But no one recognize me
I’m one in a million
Of people who voice out clearly
But no one is listening to me
One in a million
Of people who are renaissance
But no one sees it
I’m one in a million
Of people who are searched and looked for
But no one finds me
Because I’M ONE IN A MILLION
poem by Zama Ashley Helebe
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