A Price Game
Inflate the price two hundred
and give a discount of fifty
or launch scheme buy two get three
still gain the profit hefty.
(C) S.D. Tiwari
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Middle age
Life is also a mathematics
number of breaths are counted.
Maths sometimes works on assumption
let's presume the life be hundred.
Mid point of hundred is fifty
that must be the middle age.
Till twenty five we fill up the energy
for perfect propelling in space.
Next twenty five climb the hill
attain the adventurous peak.
After fifty sloping down starts
hill's other side in life's journey.
In childhood god is with you
in old age you search the God.
Remaining period been struggling
of your pitch to become the lord.
In evening of life wait for sunset
visiting doctors or consuming pills.
Own energy is now exhausted
depend on wind like the windmill.
The beauty of the morning and
radiance of noon are till fifty.
after fifty sun starts going down
towards the evening tranquillity.
Between adolescence and old
say between twenty and seventy,
second half of it is heavier so
the balancing point
is
fifty.
(C) S. D. Tiwari
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Duel Aspect
For every debit there is a credit,
Someone’s loss is else ones' profit,
One can sell if someone purchase,
New thing comes if existing erased.
When one facet is up other is down,
Back is dark, on front light is thrown,
As echo you will get what you confer
Same will come back, rage or love.
You like some one and other wont'
One may like you but other may not.
You do acts knowing your position
It may cause others else situation.
One’s pleasure may be others' fret
One's selfish act may others upset.
If night, waiting for morning to set
If it is day wait for night, to have rest.
To gain wealth take risk and pain
Sacrifice wealth for comfort, then.
How can you gain if don't take pain
Notice, what you miss for the gain.
If one can understand both facets
Balance situation to decide the best.
(c) S.D.Tiwari
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Crossing Fifty
Crossing fifty now,
holding kgs of hundred;
Grey grown head and
glistening forehead.
Climbed peak of hill
now time to slope down;
With several branches
chunky tree is grown.
Putting a step further
at stair of growing old;
Celebrating golden jubilee
fifty years behold.
Amassed the ruggedness,
experience, knowledge;
To surrender to the world
carrying responsibilities.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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That Kind of Deceit and Treason
No one on Earth
Can be that blatantly ignorant.
No one would set up a scheme,
To destroy their inner being.
And to launch a campaign,
To claim it was initiated by someone else.
Just to have the masses begin to fear themselves.
No one can be that evil.
To plan that kind of deceit and treason,
For reasons to declare a victory.
So few could profit and share this deed.
One that shatters peace.
One that is declared to pay a debt.
Owed to those living with growing economies.
Overseas.
And outsourcing jobs to support...
More dollars to themselves to feed!
Is that why this was done?
To create terrorists...
And them call them our enemies!
That is hard to believe.
No one can be 'that' low!
Lower than a snake...
Under rocks that breeds!
No one on Earth
Can be that blatantly ignorant.
No one would set up a scheme,
To destroy their inner being!
And to launch a campaign,
To claim it was initiated by someone else.
No one can be that evil.
To plan that kind of deceit and treason,
For reasons to declare victory.
To line the pockets of those in need,
To feed a gluttonous heartless greed.
No one is that demonic.
And if so...
Who would that be?
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Tendulkar's 100th Ton
My father gave a chocolate
when I walked hundred steps
In eighth standard, in maths
I got hundred out of hundred.
The hundred meant me more
When I watched Tendulkar,
hitting his hundredth century
after previous, waiting almost a year.
Delighted every spectator
watching the great cricketer,
either in the ground or television
hitting historic hundredth ton.
Since last ton hit in March last
waited eagerly every fan and sportsman
March 16 of twelve was set
to witness that great moment.
Every one was waiting fully excited
date would go down in history of cricket
Tendulkar would score hundredth hundred
setting the milestone of achievement
(C) S D Tiwari
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There are one-hundred fifty-four games in a season and you can find one-hundred fifty-four reasons why your team should have won every one of them.
Who is Kalia Tiwari
I know who is Kalia Tiwari
And I was with him for a long period
And I know it is not a fun
To give him a charter
Where there is a real picture
I know to shape Kalia Tiwari
Is not a fun and I know
We are here to clean the road
To take shelter for a moment
And being partner in life-business
Kalia Tiwari was there blaming me
For nothing at ground level
I know fully well Kalia Tiwari
Is not a hypocrite not dwelling
Mentally on the object of senses
I know what I am telling so openly
Before all here at this moment
And I know My incapability make me
Inactive and I know Inactiveness
Is really death and doing action
Is life and Kalia Tiwari is transparent
With me without any check and balances
Without any restraint outwardly though.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Malicious acts are performed by people for personal gain … Sorcerers, though, have an ulterior purpose for their acts, which has nothing to do with personal gain. The fact that they enjoy their acts does not count as gain. Rather, it is a condition of their character. The average man acts only if there is a chance for profit. Warriors say they act not for profit but for the spirit.
quote by Carlos Castaneda
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To Sing
To sing in the remotest regions is safe,
A musical harmony enlightens the very safe.
I sell my goods for profit and hope to gain
From them in the ways of your generosity.
I safely groan, I employ masters for a price,
The far storms arrive and enjoy me,
When do the periods of festivity come?
The price of peace is significant,
For peaceful men did all their tasks well.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I'll promise to go easier on drinking and to get to bed earlier, but not for you, fifty thousand dollars, or two-hundred and fifty thousand dollars will I give up women. They're too much fun.
Your Boom, My Bust
So the he said
'Tell me capitalist
what is profit? '
He said
profit is what I earn
when I sell something for more than it is worth,
it is a reward for my effort.'
Ah, I said, if everyone did that
then the price of an object would
keep going up forever
since each person in the chain
would want their profft
and finally, the price would be so high
nobody could afford to buy
what the capitalist had to sell
and then we would all be in poverty
the last capitalist
would be the only one left with money
enough to buy up our properties
since the price would have dropped
because nobody could afford to pay
and in the end
the richest capitalist
would be the only one standing
and would own everything
while everyone else would have to sell everything to him
because all of the rest of us would be too poor
to pay the high prices its costs to live.
Sell something for more than it is really worth
on the grounds that a profit must be made
leads to disasters, and boom and bust.
Hello Wall Street.
And by the way
if everyone loses everything
who had the money to buy
it all up?
Hello Wall Street.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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You will launch many projects, but have time to finish only a few. So think, plan, develop, launch and tap good people to be responsible. Give them authority and hold them accountable. Trying to do too much yourself creates a bottleneck.
quote by Donald Rumsfeld
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Price of your services
For every thing we do, you pay
Even we pray, for that too, you pay
You do every thing, give every thing
But I have nothing mine, that I can pay
O God!
You become happy, if just we praise
You accept, merely attention we pay -
As cost of every thing that you give
Guarantee joy too and restful live
O God!
Your given things are captured by men
They command price, from wanting everyone,
For cleaning arteries take thousands dollars.
You clean souls too, for simply we remember
O God!
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Unlucky house for sale - a fun
A very unlucky house the owner has,
He married sixth but all passed away.
He cannot afford to relinquish the seventh,
To shift to elsewhere he has given assent.
House is ruled by six vampires and an owl,
Woman living there will have to give her soul.
For sale by owner, is now the house;
Man wanting to make, vampire his spouse
Give his best offer at an early date,
If not in seven days, it will be late.
S.D. Tiwari
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Shopping Sickness
My shrewd wife has just
returned from a ‘Top Class Retail Mall ‘
with a loud rejoice that she has
‘saved' a big three thousand four hundred
by shopping only in ‘discount sale, '
at the end of 3 hour afternoon ‘marathon'
curiously, I peeped into the
a meter-length printed bill -
final tally was seven thousand one hundred.
she did'nt return to me,
the so-called, cosy discount in cash:
‘how sensible I am'- She is shouting back
from the dressing room, in a triumphant slang
She immediately, rang up her mother in Manamadurai
to proclaim the gains, she managed
from the three-tier hunting floors
Basmati rice, Badam milk, Jamoon mix,
Razor blades, ready-mix powders, no-good soups
failed cosmetics, fast expiring, unmoved stocks & fancy
Kargil blankets, rejected ready-mades, air- tight plastics,
things thrown overboard from a sinking ship
one plus one and two plus one, of no regular use
are under distress sale, christened as ‘bargain sale'
I am also at loss to know
how the ‘discount' works
in terms of my budgetary share,
her casual shopping for rupess
seven thousand - is one fifth
of my take-home pay.
………..how I will manage, to the Heavens I pray.
poem by Santhana Louis
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The Scheme
Parting a friendship entails loss of feeling, bereavement and sad loss, it is the scheme,
We fight forever as hearts entwined, a sadness has overcome us, it is the scheme.
My dispute lies in the warning given to my brain, too soft, too poignant,
Since the power of the cold weather is upon us like a boss, it is the scheme.
Upstairs it rains from the clouds into my apartment if going was easy enough,
How do sentences disappear, and reappear for the chaos, is it the scheme?
Are not powers greater than what is shared, the bought product is used well,
Like no other, as it is a sequence of flight that is a sauce, it is the scheme.
My teeth have powerful roots, like the family and country, angering our youth,
Who see the world as fortune and gold and mines of silver, their ethos and scheme.
Why on this planet do we encounter pain all too resenting and unkind?
Because my friends part for open learning and they give no toss, it is a scheme.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Sonnet XXVIII: To Such As Say
To such as say thy love I overprize,
And do not stick to term my praises folly,
Against these folks, that think themselves so wise,
I thus oppose my Reason's forces wholly,
Though I give more than well affords my state,
In which expense the most suppose me vain,
Which yields them nothing at the easiest rate,
Yet at this price returns me treble gain.
They value not, unskillful how to use,
And I give much, because I gain thereby;
I that thus take, or they that thus refuse,
Whether are these deceived then, or I?
In everything I hold this maxim still:
The circumstance doth make it good or ill.
poem by Michael Drayton
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To Expose Myself
I will love meet you before!
before all! Before all people that i know and knew.
would have been worth! ! ! And if could, i change that
But, to be happy have a price!
You take my hurts, within me,
You, that i know by name not by sight.
That is my price!
And you are my unknow price!
Now, i have to pay for it.
Give-me one second, one minute
but give me you all.
poem by Mirna Morgan
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Midnight Prostitute
There she goes again
Flagging me down in the rain
Yes, she is cute
Midnight prostitute
Roaming the red light district
With conventions of her own so strict
A tenner for an ice cream
Fifty for a lay
A hundred for the day
She is a woman of the streets
A working class brain
In the sunlight she cleanses her stains
I beg of you no condemnation
I beg of you no disrespect
You and I are not even near perfect
There she goes again
Midnight Prostitute
A tenner for an ice cream
Fifty for a lay
A hundred for the day
Marriage for the year
I fear!
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
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In Rwanda that genocide happened because the international community and the Security Council refused to give, again, another 5000 troops which would have cost, I don't know, maybe fifty, a hundred, million dollars.
quote by Lakhdar Brahimi
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