Catharsis
Stoic my nature.
Plunders
Without a glitch
Ain't be shared
Amongst all.
Power though wields
Snatches the yield
From those
Most deserving
In need.
Warned,
Forewarned you
Didn't bid bye
To this race
Justice
Shall prevail
And those
Whom you have waylaid
Will
Adorn with grace.
You
With plundered wealth
Jaded
On stage
Will rejuvenate
Those
Whom you waylaid.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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Dreams' Allusion To A Reality Yet To Be
Yet another holiday has been robbed from us
By iniquity masked very crudely, as justice;
My aspiration will meet with a fanciful fruition,
When I no longer need paternal intuition
To paint the picture that is you, in all your glory-
When I no longer need a pen, to tell a story
Of my grievous pain, in the face of your absence,
But rather, am allowed to revel in the grace of your pleasance;
We must bide still my beloved Daughter, until it is that time-
Until our Gracious Father decides that we are prime,
For the consort long, long ago waylaid;
We have done our part, with a faith that never strayed
And need only for the wait to be concluded-
So our reality becomes that, to which our dreams have only alluded!
-Maurice Harris,24 April 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
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We got a little waylaid along the way. The whole problem started about 10 years ago with management and legal battles, then still trying to make albums while I was doing all of that.
quote by Pat Travers
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Wake Up
Wake up, set your sights
For never shall we fail
Stand up for your rights
And justice will prevail
You're listening
Through endless nights
And decision is your goal
So wake up, set your sights
Oh, the time is right for your role
Yeah, or your role
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Set your sights
Never, never, never
Shall we fail
Stand up, stand up, stand up
For your rights
Justice, justice, justice
Will prevail
There in the morning
Flying over the hills
While men are yawning
They are crushed by our wills
Never have i witnessed
People in fear
Not like today
Not in many a year
Go kill another
There are more close behind
"no" screams a mother
"are you out of your mind"
Though they are shattered
They just don't seem to yield
Bodies are scattered
In all parts of the field
Oh no, did i tell you
What would happen if you tried
"oh god, stop this killing!"
Said a young man
Before he died
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Drift In Lines Lost Direction
did what this soul
was trying to say
felt maybe the drift
in lines lost direction
checked compass
corrected course
sailed waylaid ship
birthed in home port
poem by Terence George Craddock
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If You Love Someone
I learned from another, to let go of fear-
Heretofore, I shall endeavor to make my emotions clear;
If you love someone, show them, unequivocally-
When you love someone, tell them, fastidiously!
Should I sit idly by and allow this glory to fade,
Lest I believe another may be waylaid?
No! Your heart is quite adept at love, use it well-
Now I know I shan't fall victim to regret's retell!
I love someone, and I shared with her, the same-
I have no means by which to extinguish this flame!
I must do as my heart compels, I am merely a vessel-
I shan't query my decision, nor, its method, wrestle!
I now know that my beloved has no doubt;
How is this? Because, I cast it all out!
Maurice Harris,7 March 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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Pressure is the click
The one who is in deep love,
Loving and loving, misses the bus.
The one who waylaid a woman
Succeeds in getting her.
Woman yields to pressure
Rather than for pleasure.
06.02.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Death snatches away the most deserving, and leaves the wicked.
Counting the wealth of a thought
Counting the wealth of a thought
~
Her name woven
Deeply into my thoughts
Pins to my heart
Every facet of her beauty
She is joy and hope
She is loves legacy
~
I ask only of myself
Am I worthy enough
To keep such love safe
To retain her hand
Am I a man of wealth
In many different ways
~
Not the wealth of a profit gained
Nor the power which others seek
But the strength of soul
The fight of a good heart
Can I be deserving of her
To fulfil her dreams
Can I be all she asks
Am I enough
Just being me
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Thirteen Lines
A brain peered through stoic eyes;
Yet all it saw was rendered into
Flawed interpretation –
No honoured contemplation of a
Gluon, muon, quark of any flavour;
Nor a vision or conception of its world
Within a universe anthropic in its physical laws,
Inside a boundless multiverse.
All it gleaned and modelled
Bore parochialism well beyond belief! –
Delusional perhaps.
Survival only matters here on planet Earth –
Evolution saw to that.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Child Labour
Look
There, the offspring
In natural environs
Enjoying its life
And company too
And parents, proud
Mesmerised.
And here
A wayward state
Waylaid
All those traits
Which attracted
Attention of one and all
Has miserably failed
And our offsprings
Skip the years
In which
A child, child is called.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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Drift Ice
Absurdity was waylaid
like a black swan on the
grass shaking a leg.
A child walks through me
antithetical to scorched life
of parallel egos.
Austerity was neither present
nor absent.Volcanic ash
was spewing on recti.
It was drifting, the snow bound
killer, spilling the blood in sea.
Home was still for away.
poem by Satish Verma
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Almost Over
Two legs of my race are done, through the Power of The Son,
The Power of His Grace sustains, me as He, above me reigns,
With doctors being used by God, as I’m led with staff and rod,
He led me this far in a race, through the Power of God’s Grace.
Now with the chemo finished, I wait for the effects to diminish,
This, to get all of my feelings back, so no feelings I shall lack,
Friend again I must lean on Grace, until I get back to the place,
When I see the effects subside, while in Christ I patiently abide.
So now I wait for the next stage, when God turns another page,
Whether there’ll be more surgery, this to date, I have yet to see,
For another paragraph in my life, I’ll patiently wait, with my wife,
Who’s been a support all along, a path that has been very long.
So whatever may lie up ahead, I’ll follow my Lord as He has led,
In all of the prior uncertain times, leading me, all by His designs,
Designs that go above all reason, during a much darker season,
This, in my ever changing life, as I follow The Changeless Christ.
The next leg could be the last, which, by my Lord has been cast,
By The Lord and God’s Decree, while His outcome, we shall see,
So if another surgery is a must, in Christ our Lord, we shall trust,
As any end we face in our story, will be for God’s Ultimate Glory.
(Copyright ©07/2011)
Jaded
Hey...Ja Ja Jaded
You got your mama's style
But you're yesterday's child to me
So Jaded
You think that's where it's at
But is that where it's 'sposed to be
You're gettin' it all over me
Ex-cer-ated
My my baby blue
Yeah I been thinkin' 'bout you
My my baby blue
Yeah you're so Jaded
And I'm the one that Jaded you
Hey...Ja Ja Jaded
In all it's misery
It will always be what I love...and hated
And maybe take a ride to the other side
We're thinkin' of
We'll slip into the velvet glove
And be Jaded
My my baby blue
Yeah I been thinkin' 'bout you
My my baby blue
Yeah I'm so Jaded
And baby I'm afraid a you
You're thinkin so complicated
I've had it all up to here
But it's so overrated
Love and hate it
Wouldn't trade it
Love me Jaded...yeah...yeah
Hey...Ja Ja Jaded
There ain't no baby please
When I'm shootin' the breeze with her
When everything you see is a blur
And ex-ta-ceez what you prefer
My my baby blue
I'm a talkin' 'bout you
My my baby blue
Yeah I been thinkin' 'bout you
My my baby blue
Yeah you're so Jaded
(Baby)
Jaded
(Baby)
You're so Jaded
'Cause I'm the one that Jaded you
song performed by by Aerosmith
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The Lord Saved Me From Death
'The Lord saved me from death; He stopped my tears and kept me from defeat.
And so I walk in the presence of the Lord in the world of the living' Psalm 116
Now I ask that You allow my riddance of this deceit-
Humble as I may be, upon this day of much Thanksgiving!
'I heed Your message Heavenly Father', as I have said;
'My departure from this, the only home I have ever known, all but done;
Your purposeful journey for me incomplete, otherwise I'd still be dead;
I prepare myself now to leave behind all I've ever known, all but One!
My present circumstance but an interlude, of sorts-
I shan't be waylaid here more than planned;
I shall endeavor dutifully to deliver what my heart exhorts-
Done in spite of abject fear of this unknown, as You command!
Deliver me to my sanctuary, from this woeful place-
What shall become of me then, is entirely up to Your Grace! '
poem by Maurice Harris
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Assault
I
I had forgotten how the frogs must sound
After a year of silence, else I think
I should not so have ventured forth alone
At dusk upon this unfrequented road.
II
I am waylaid by Beauty. Who will walk
Between me and the crying of the frogs?
Oh, savage Beauty, suffer me to pass,
That am a timid woman, on her way
From one house to another!
poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Sonnet: The Hand of God
Our human endeavors don’t last for long;
The world today is imperfect to core;
Most people live ignoring right or wrong;
Devils bring strife to every home and door!
When things go awry, justice gets delayed,
When things are chaotic and bothersome,
When innocent citizens get waylaid,
The God our Lord will not remain still dumb!
The Hand of God can shield us from life’s storms;
The Hand of God can give punishments stern;
The Hand of God protects all living forms;
The Hand of God, much more than suns can burn!
Some things, no human courts can ev’r resolve;
All matters, Almighty can always solve!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-3-2006
poem by John Celes
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I Want A Warning
History is made, not repeated
And you hide behind words that make you feel needed
And what you read in those books made you so conceited
So in order for love to be true
My dreams will have to
Become my only rules
I want a warning
I want a warning
I want something more than a warning
I've been warned about you
I see through all your promises and warnings
I want a warning
I want a warning
I want something more than a warning
I've been warned about you
I see through all your promises and warnings
Wake me up on into a world outdated
And the older you get the more you seem jaded
As you search for the quotes to make it seem complicated
So in order for love to be true
Even my nightmares
Become my only rules
I want a warning
I want a warning
I want something more than a warning
I've been warned about you
I see through all your promises and warnings
I want a warning
I want a warning
I want something more than a warning
I've been warned about you
But I've seen through
Every promise is a warning
I want a warning
I want a warning
I want something more than a warning
I've been warned about you
I see through all your promises and warnings
I want a warning
I want a warning
I want something more than a warning
I've been warned about you
I've seen through
For a promise of a warning
song performed by by Idlewild
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He who plunders with a little boat is a pirate; he who plunders with a fleet is a conqueror.
The Cornelian
No specious splendour of this stone
Endears it to my memory ever;
With lustre only once it shone,
And blushed modest as the giver.
Some, who can sneer at friendship's ties,
Have, for my weakness, oft reproved me;
Yet still the simple gift I prize,
For I am sure the giver loved me.
He offer'd it with downcast look,
As fearful that I might refuse it;
I told him, when the gift I took,
My only fear should be to lose it.
This pledge attentively I view'd,
And spakling as I held it near,
Methought one drop the stone bedew'd,
And ever since I've loved a tear.
Still, to adorn his humble youth,
Nor wealth nor birth their treasures yield;
But he who seeks the flowers of truth,
Must quit the garden for the field.
'Tis not the plant uprear'd in sloth,
Which beauty shows, and sheds perfume;
The flowers which yield the most of both
In Nature's wild luxuriance bloom.
Had Fortune aided Nature's care,
For once forgetting to be blind,
His would have been an ample share,
If well proportion'd to his mind.
But had the goddess clearly seen,
His form had fix'd her fickle breast;
Her countless hoards would his have been,
And none remain'd to give the rest.
poem by Byron (1806)
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Dysinsomniac
Worlds hum slowly in my sleep
I drown in dreams; their shadows deep
Like gypsy women’s ancient art
Lull an ischemic heart.
Birds are restless tonight,
In degrees and not in kind
And Fukushima and Dai chi
Are just structures of my mind.
Myriad greens have waylaid me
To Plato’s land of forms
Conspiring wickedly
To throttle sympathy.
I too had my share of storms.
poem by Mandira Mitra
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