Sly Fox
In life one meets crafty gals n guys
Are nothing more then a heap of lie
Ridiculous cheats, of every line
guessed the tale? hanging thereby
Shamelessly Steal, then bray on (others) talents
Oh God plz help such shadowy spys
The empty boasting, and cheap self praise
Shallowness making a hue and cry
its God's gift which money can't buy
but they would still give another try
Get over it, you Devil incarnate
or mimicry is thy talent, foxy Sly.
poem by Samima Shah
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Talents Die Easily In Africa!
Oh talents, oh talents!
Talents do die easily in Africa;
But, talents are special gifts which,
Money cannot buy.
It is a special gift,
It is in you,
You don't even need a Higher Degree for them;
Talents are everywhere on this earth.
The talents of Africa do die very often,
Who is even ready to listen to them?
The true talents of the Africans go to the drain.
Like a rain on a train,
Like an early wake up call without a view;
Life is really so strange over here in Africa.
I have a dream!
But, who will listen?
My brain is with various talents but,
Who will help me with my dreams?
Talents, talents, talents! !
Africa turns to regress in this field while,
Others do progress!
Our talents can be useful,
It's time we give a helping hand;
Oh talents, oh talents!
It's time we listen to those who have them;
Cos', we are the world.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Everybody Is Very Best In Something
Everybody is born with a special talent,
So don't give up your dreams so easily;
Like a talent from above to fulfil a message.
Everybody is born with a gift,
And our life-sytle lies in our own hands;
For everybody has a purpose on this earth too.
Everybody is very best in something,
So we must be ready to exhibit our various talents;
Knowing that, everybody is very best at something.
Nobody on this earth is born useless,
So pick up your mantle and make a change to all;
Like the 'munite-man' to show off his stuff.
So show your talents to the world,
And show your identity to us all;
For everybody is very best at something.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Foxy Lady
Foxy
Foxy
You know youre a cute little heartbreaker
Foxy
You know youre a sweet little lovemaker
Foxy
I wanna take you home
I wont do you no harm, no
Youve got to be all mine, all mine
Ooh, foxy lady
I see you, heh, on down on the scene
Foxy
You make me wanna get up and scream
Foxy
Ah, baby listen now
Ive made up my mind
Im tired of wasting all my precious time
Youve got to be all mine, all mine
Foxy lady
Here I come
Im gonna take you home
I wont do you no harm, no
Youve got to be all mine, all mine
Here I come
Im comin to get ya
Foxy lady
You look so good
Yeah, foxy
Yeah, give us some
Foxy
Yeah, get it, babe
You make me feel like
Feel like sayin foxy
Foxy
Foxy lady
Foxy lady
song performed by by Jimi Hendrix
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Devil Banker
take the money you have years to pay
take the money its the easy way
take 5yrs dont matter when you pay
take the money i will collect from you all one day
devil is waiting at the bank gates
wants your soul for the credit you take
money on the cheap for your soul
thats the price for the mortgage your sold
then take my house leave me out in the cold
the devil is the banker he hides behind the suite
lives in his office our soul he will recruit
promises of money on the cheap
but he will take interest he wants his pound of meat
poem by John Mc Cudden
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There's More To Me Than Meets The Eye
There's more to me than meets the eye
Look closely, I too also cry
There's more to me than meets the eye
I swear to God and that's no lie
There's more to me than meets the eye
Get a chance to know me then decide
There's more to me than meets the eye
What the eyes percieves isn't always right
There's more to me than meets the eye
I'll be that guy on whom you can always rely
There's more to me than meets the eye
I still believe in love, happiness and rainbows in the sky
There's more to me than meets the eye
Behind all this, I'm a shy guy
There's more to me than meets the eye
Give me a chance to be a part of your life
There's more to me than meets the eye
I'll give you my heart, in which you'll reside
There's more to me than meets the eye
I look into yours and feel alive
There's more to me than meets the eye
Reminicing on the first time we met, and those cheesy lines. To my face it brings a smile.
There's more to me than meets the eyes
Without you in my life I'd rather die
There's more to me than meets the eye
Now that I've told you, do you believe in us.
poem by Kgagamatso Chimelwane
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This your gift
She said that each one in the world
has a special talent: what we’re better at,
than anybody else… so, it’s a glorious gift,
- a glorious duty - to know, acknowledge, this;
but what happens, so she said,
is that we know this, and deny it;
but then if pressed somehow, we make
a condition for ourself: ‘well, only if…’
and this – the devil in the detail – is a way
to lock our talent in; to keep the world without…
I said to her, an instance? and she said,
this man, he had a gift: to be always
in the rightest place, and at the rightest time;
but when this was revealed to him, he said,
OK but only if I can give up my job..
but it was his job, she said, enabled him
to manifest that talent…
you may not forget this poem;
this was a lady I shall not forget.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Jehovah & All That Jazz
Hail to the shaman and his cardboard drum and the riffraff
Dancing in the sun
I sing for thee
Praise to the ugly and the dispossessed and the genius born of
The vipers nest
You have set me free
Hey, you cranks and you clowns with your heads hanging down
I bring good tidings to you
For all the talent that he has jehovah dont play jazz like the devil do
See the rose sprung from the heap of dung
The shafthorse hot and heavy hung shamelessly
Check the star dust oozing in the mud on it pilgrimage to flesh and blood
Now aint that you and me
Hey, you shakespeares in rags little heretics and hags
To thine own self be true
Well, he may be beautiful and king but jehovah he dont swing like the devil
Birdman, birdman, whats the word, man
Into the night we go
Billie, billie, knock me silly
Sing to me soft and low
Save me from losing my soul to a heaven as cold as ice
Id sooner be a free man in hell than a prisoner in paradise
So I toot my toot for the man with roots
Hey, fifer on the e-flat flute play on, play on
All you sinners and you infidels you you artful madmen bound for hell
Come sing along
Come on, you potty-trained saints spouting isms and aints
Dig the poetry my man
Well all deference to his throne
Gabriel he dont play no saxophone like coltrane can
Now, save me from losing my soul to a heaven as cold as ice
Id sooner be a free man in hell than a prisoner in paradise
Id sooner catch fire than kill my desire
Hail to the shaman and his cardboard drum and the riffraff
Dancing in the sun
I sing for you
For all the talent he has jehovah dont play jazz like the devil do
Yeah, the devil do
Must admit he do
Ah, da devil do
Birdman, birdman, whats the word, man
Into the night we go
Billie, billie, knock me silly
Sing to me soft and low
Foll all the talent that he has jehovah dont play no jazz ....
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Do Not Steal
Do not steal another’s name;
Do not steal your neighbor’s fame;
Do not steal next person’s house;
Do not steal someone’s spouse.
Do not steal one’s money;
Do not steal someone’s honey;
Do not steal other’s labor;
Do not steal things from neighbor.
Do not steal another’s job;
Do not steal from poorer mob;
Do not steal next man’s limelight;
Do not steal another’s might.
Do not steal another’s health;
Do not steal your neighbor’s wealth.
Do not steal next person’s praise;
Do not steal from human race.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-20-2008
poem by John Celes
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A Prayer For All My PH Friends
Dear Lord
I praise and thank you
for the gift of life and love
the gift of wisdom and discernment
the gift of prayer
I praise and thank you
for the gift of friendship
In a very special way,
i surrender to the throne of your grace
the concerns of my PH friends
who shared their time and talents
to this humble servant of yours
I lift up to you, My Lord
the problems they have encountered in their daily lives
Complete physical healing, financial healing
Emotional, spiritual and healing of relationships
In their missions to establish your kingdom
Cover them with your most precious blood
Knowing that you are an answering God
I praise and thank you for in faith
In Jesus name..Amen
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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Money
Money is the root of all evil,
Money was blessed by the devil,
Money, money can kill,
Money can cheat, steal…
Ask the disbarred lawyer,
What this sad creature
Can do: It can commit suicide,
Money, money can divide,
Money is not what you think it is,
Having money is not going to put you really at ease,
On the contrary, you’ll have fewer friends,
And more creatures showing their hands,
Claws, guns and deadly weapons.
Money will not send you to the heavens,
Money, money is dirty and evil;
Money is a sick devil.
Money and women don’t mix,
Just like alcohol and driving.
Having hush money is not a quick fix,
But a dangerous way to go down the ravine.
Money is not what you think it is,
Having money is not going to put you really at ease.
Money exists to be spent:
To buy food, clothes, and to pay the rent.
Be careful with money,
Money is not a faithful honey.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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On The Line
I put my heart on the line for you,
For you to leave me hanging,
Hanging dead like hangman.
You always guessed the right letters,
But somehow the words were mixed up,
and jumbled,
Like, I am now.
You were on the other end,
So I don't understand how we got disconnected,
When I was looking you straight in the eye.
I put everything into you.
Just to be knocked down like a power line,
You walk a thin line,
And somehow,
You can't be thrown off.
Brandi Lynn Young
01-18-2010
Copyrighted.
poem by Brandi Young
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My Choice, Will Heaven Complain?
If heaven will complain
I don't know,
Endowed so much i am.
My many talents and outfits
Passions me in confusion
Stirring me to see as destiny.
But talent i know is not destiny
Talent, gift of nature nurtured by environ
Destiny, gift of nature nurtured by divinity.
Hands can thwart talent, but
The tick tack of clock even stop
Can't thwart destiny
No matter the weather.
It is inborn, you, yourself, yoursoul.
I don't care if family complain
For my choice,
But i don't know
If heaven will complain.
poem by Mcanthony C. Nwatu
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Christmas wishes.
A Christmas tale so dear to me
Of Christmas past, now, and to be
A ghostly figure told each one
And this is how my tale begun
The 1st ghost showed me Christmas past
2 children playing with dreams to last
Parents watching as they grew
Each child was loved more than they knew
The 2nd ghost the one I fear
Christmas Day that soon is here
An empty room, a Christmas tree
With an empty space, where a gift should be
A jacket hangs behind a door
That once was worn but not no more
The 3rd ghost showed my future years
Christmas Days I share with tears
My Tale complete, the ghost was thru’
But looked at me as if he knew
For in my arms the ghost could see
The missing gift from beneath that tree
A gift I hold each year I live
My gift is love, but cannot give
To my only Son, who’s love must stay
In an ageing heart that will decay
The love I have has always grown
For the boy who’s name’s upon a stone
To mark the place where he must lay
The Son who was, my Christmas Day.
poem by Robin Hussey
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Powerless Money – The Hidden Secret
You can buy bed from money but you cannot buy sleep.
You can satisfy your lust from money but cannot buy love.
You can buy corrupts from money but cannot buy honesty.
You can buy cage for birds but cannot buy there cheerfulness.
You can buy schools for kids but cannot buy there playfulness.
You can build house from money but not a home from money.
You can buy paintings of artists but cannot buy there creativity.
You can buy medicines to kill pain but cannot buy feelings that give pain.
You can buy a coffin for a dead body but cannot buy a life for him.
You can buy flesh and meat to eat but cannot buy a life for them.
You can buy the beautiful flowers but cannot buy fragrance of flowers.
You can buy poems of poet but cannot buy emotions of there heart.
You can do many things with money
still you will see that you are helpless.
Life will no more be graceful
and you will see how money is so powerless.
Money is given power by those who want to rule you.
- By those who want to rule your body and mind.
- By those who want to make you dance as a puppet.
- By those who want to sale your talent in market.
And we are doing all this, making money more and more powerful.
And we forget that money is so powerless, may be we are a big fool.
poem by Ramesh Kavdia
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Hidden Talent
Written by gerry beckley, 1998
Found on human nature.
Just like a person from another world
My eyes can see inside you, little girl
I see things that you dont want to see
I see things youre trying to hide from me
Im just trying to make you understand
All the ways you can affect this man
From the moment that you came in touch
With the power there to burn so much
Youve got hidden talent (yeah)
I bet youre gonna find some hidden talent, oh
You know your past is whats been bugging you
If youre ready girl ... do what you gotta do
Look for your life between the lines
Bad directions and poor designs
Youve got hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
I bet youre gonna find some hidden talent, oh
Hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
Check it out you ... got it, hidden talent, oh
With the advantage of perspective i
See theres more to you than meets the eye
But now the time must come to spread your wings and fly
Yeah (hidden talent) yeah
Hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
I bet youre gonna find some hidden talent, oh
Hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
Check it out ... you got it, hidden talent, oh
Hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
Affair without warning
Hidden talent, mmm (mmm)
Hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
I bet youre gonna find some hidden talent, oh
(fade)
song performed by by America
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There are two kinds of talents, man-made talent and God-given talent. With man-made talent you have to work very hard. With God-given talent, you just touch it up once in a while.
quote by Pearl Bailey
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Sonnet- The World Today(10)
This world I see, does seem to live in lies!
One cheats the other very shamelessly;
The tendency’s becoming money vice;
And journey life, so very recklessly.
An air of discontent pervades the place;
An artificiality rather prevails;
Each wears a mask each time for his /her face;
Life’s ship on corrupt waters somehow sails.
There is no fear of God or of the law;
The rich escape most bitter punishment;
More than the rule, each one does note the flaw;
’Tis easy living with bad temperament!
The few good people also go berserk!
For righteousness, illuck still seems to lurk.
poem by John Celes
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Gift Is A Must
Giving gift must form one's duty.
Give it to who deserves and needs.
Give it to who could not repay.
It can be a gift of treasure,
A gift of talent or of time.
View not the receivers as beggars.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Money (In God We Trust)
Hallelujah
Now I lay, I lay me down to sleep
Hallelujah
Almighty dollar
I praise the Lord afford my roll to keep
Hallelujah
Almighty dollar
Money
I need more money
Just a little more money
Yeah, I need more money
Money, money
I need more money
I need more money
Just a little more money
Just a little more money
Yeah, I need more money
Yeah, I need more money
And give us these days
Our daily bread
Only you we praise
Almighty dollar
Money
My personal saviour
Money
A material lust
Money
Life's only treasure
Money
In God we trust
And if I should die before I wake
Hallelujah
Almight dollar
I'm gonna take the money that I make
Hallelujah
Almighty dollar
Money
I need more money
Just a little more money
Yeah, I need more money
Money, money
I need more money
I need more money
Just a little more money
Just a little more money
Yeah, I need more money
Yeah, I need more money
And give us these days
Our daily bread
Only you we praise
Almighty dollar
Money
My personal saviour
Money
A material lust
Money
Life's only treasure
Money
In God we trust
song performed by by Extreme
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Money
Hallelujah
Now I lay, I lay me down to sleep
Hallelujah
Almighty dollar
I praise the Lord afford my roll to keep
Hallelujah
Almighty dollar
Money
I need more money
Just a little more money
Yeah, I need more money
Money, money
I need more money
I need more money
Just a little more money
Just a little more money
Yeah, I need more money
Yeah, I need more money
And give us these days
Our daily bread
Only you we praise
Almighty dollar
Money
My personal saviour
Money
A material lust
Money
Life's only treasure
Money
In God we trust
And if I should die before I wake
Hallelujah
Almight dollar
I'm gonna take the money that I make
Hallelujah
Almighty dollar
Money
I need more money
Just a little more money
Yeah, I need more money
Money, money
I need more money
I need more money
Just a little more money
Just a little more money
Yeah, I need more money
Yeah, I need more money
And give us these days
Our daily bread
Only you we praise
Almighty dollar
Money
My personal saviour
Money
A material lust
Money
Life's only treasure
Money
In God we trust
song performed by by Extreme
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