The Dethroned God
THE DETHRONED GOD
God has made
A costly mistake
Having made the man
Whom He believed would never overtake
As God is known for His perfections
He gave man the brain as his work-station
Dispelling all His expectations
Man, now questions His very presence
God is now weeping all day and night
Seriously working on an antidote
Or to do some corrections of such a magnitude
Precisely, to check man's aggressive turpitude
But, God has no council of Ministers,
Ordinances, nor able scientific advisors
To give Him a lead to begin the process
As whatever God proposes, man rightly disposes
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Two Station Masters
TWO STATION MASTERS
My friend is a station-master
at Hill Groove in
Nilgiri mountain section
33 years of railway service
fully spent in this sleepy station
hardly, two trains a day
in summer, say, one more
no goods traffic
nor frequent crossings
no revenue instead - ‘Safety' award
for ‘nil' accident record,
closed for rains and landslide,
station is locked up at 6 pm sharp
his gross earnings is forty thousand
for two or three man- hours spent
hill allowance, free warm clothing
no boss to obey, no risk to bother
happiest worker
does'nt want any change, either
look at his counter-part
positioned in a busiest double line,
handling 30-45 trains, within
a tight span of 8 hours
whole night, in full vigil
with all round tension
at times, an irate passenger
supervision of all kind
sucked out and exhausted
leaves for his home,
for the same pay - packet
is it an anomaly
or equity, parity, one cadre- one pay
equal pay for equal work
………………………..I have no answer.
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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What Kind Of A Guy Are You?
so what guy are you?
i'm lost and confuse,
with all of you mysteriousness,
i must say i like,
but, it still has me playing that game,
what kind of guy are you?
are you a dog or a gentleman?
these are the questions,
that haunt me at night,
to make me think,
you can be the one,
but, i'm stuck trying to find,
what guy are you?
i made that mistake one,
trying to find out a guy,
in the end i lost,
thought i made a mistake,
but, really i made the right one,
i just don't want to lose,
somebody who might be true,
to who they are,
and everything i want in a guy,
just one question remain,
in the back of my head,
what kind of guy are you?
Copyright © 2009
8-10-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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Invaded
On the bottom of a star field
My little world invaded by wonder
Organs talk like spies
Amigdula lacks wisdom
Software runs the hardware down
Views of life foreign
Corrections made
The truth, the light
My brain is not my soul
There's more to it then this life
You see me looking up
Panaceas no longer work
I begin to shed my constructs
Flowers begin to speak like seers
Now the universe is mystic
My grain of sand world opened
Now I must live with pain
Invaded by eternity
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Nighties
My wife is more than forty
But, she prefers to move around
In nighties
Cheap fabric of three month's life
With shabby prints
In gaudy colours
Specially made for old time demons
Nighty is such a
Naughty out-fit
Resembling an unclean workman
In a dirty garage
Whosoever is young and pretty
Lovely and structurally winsome
May not shine up
As sharply as best
As they are aptly deserved
Under the cover
Of the ghostly nighties
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Needless To Say But I Must Anyway
You have made one very huge mistake.
You believed my want and desire for you...
To be a weakness to use.
As if...
I was the one in need.
And I thought to myself,
If what I have shown is a need...
To have you share my life,
With a pleasing of you I would do.
Why wouldn't you want that same thing too!
Needless to say but I must anyway.
My want and desire for you...
Has of today,
Strayed away.
Leaving nothing I feel for you at all.
You have made one very huge mistake.
You believed my want and desire for you...
To be a weakness to use.
As if...
I was the one in need.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Man proposes, and God disposes.
quote by Ludovico Ariosto
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Man proposes, but God disposes.
quote by Thomas Kempis
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King Of London
Bobby is the ace of hearts
Karen is the queen
Joe is the knight of the working class
With multi-coloured jeans
Ginger and rose work for unicef
Ride around on a tandem
Me I walk on air
Because Im the king of london
Alan lives in bethnal green
His brother gets into fights
Tony lives in billericay
Talks politics every night
Sheila worked for meals on wheels
Until the council made her redundant
Im a self made man
Because Im the king of london
Im the king of london
Im the king of london
Dont need speed to make me run
I can look straight into the sun
Because Im the king of london town
Keith marched for the right to work
Nothing really changed
Man at the bottom was still underground
Face at the top was the same
After all our well made plans
What went wrong I wonder
And Im not allowed to ask questions anyway
Because Im the king of london
Bobby is the ace of hearts
Karen is the queen
Freedom to be who they really are
Is something theyve never seen
Whether they make it whether they break
Or whether they just go under
Im not allowed to surrender anyway
Because Im the king of london
Im the king of london
Im the king of london
Dont need speed to make me run
I can look straight into the sun
Because Im the king of london town
song performed by by Waterboys
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King Of London
Bobby is the ace of hearts
Karen is the queen
Joe is the knight of the working class
With multi-coloured jeans
Ginger and rose work for unicef
Ride around on a tandem
Me I walk on air
Because Im the king of london
Alan lives in bethnal green
His brother gets into fights
Tony lives in billericay
Talks politics every night
Sheila worked for meals on wheels
Until the council made her redundant
Im a self made man
Because Im the king of london
Im the king of london
Im the king of london
Dont need speed to make me run
I can look straight into the sun
Because Im the king of london town
Keith marched for the right to work
Nothing really changed
Man at the bottom was still underground
Face at the top was the same
After all our well made plans
What went wrong I wonder
And Im not allowed to ask questions anyway
Because Im the king of london
Bobby is the ace of hearts
Karen is the queen
Freedom to be who they really are
Is something theyve never seen
Whether they make it whether they break
Or whether they just go under
Im not allowed to surrender anyway
Because Im the king of london
Im the king of london
Im the king of london
Dont need speed to make me run
I can look straight into the sun
Because Im the king of london town
song performed by by Waterboys
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Made Me A Man
As I work with the sweat upon my brow
As so to support my family my wife and child
I do for them, all that I can,
As GOD, he made me a man.
I Protect all which is mine and what I own
Which includes my possessions and also my home
At my wife’s side I will always stand
As GOD, he made me a man
I will never ever lie or cheat or steal
Never hurt anyone when instead I could heal
As I know what is in my greater plan
As GOD, he made me a man.
I will never ever start a war or even a fight
Whether I be wrong and they be right
I will talk with them, until we both understand
As GOD, he made me a man.
I will not break the vows I made to my wife
No matter the problems or even the rife
I know years from now in front of GOD I will stand
As GOD, he made me a man.
A soul and a life GOD he gave me
He showed me the roads and told me to be free
I gave up being a boy from worries I had not ran
As GOD, he made me a man.
As I say my prayers alone at night
I humble myself to the Lord and his might
I know that GOD, he made me a Man
But I am the one, who made me who I am.
poem by Randy McClave
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A Booster Dose
A BOOSTER DOSE
On the way to my office
I slowdown at a point, quite intently
In a simple desire, to have a lengthy glimpse
At one who keeps standing there, hot and sweet
In Vimal collections of subtle shades
With nil make-up, but a volte face
Nature's the best soft-squeeze doll
Soothing sight for the passers by
From the way she presents her up
No old and bald can shut and fly
Spicy looks that you sip and bite
Can does in you, the spells of Glucon-D
Stops and starts of the boring life
Need a refueling station just like this
Free source energies, at no expense
To keep your engines greased, at least.
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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No Work No Pay
NO WORK NO PAY
A new servant girl steps in
For an interview by my wife
Few questions asked, but historic replies
No means verify the versions thus heard
Wage negotiation is tough & takes little time
With perks and privileges spelt out and ratified
Servant now goes around for a self-inspection
Quickly comparing with other options held
Lastly, she accepts, but on a single condition
That she be paid 50% in advance payment
Collecting the money, she announces her schedules
Weekly rests and no cut if she absented herself
Days passed but, she didn't turn up
As per terms, we are not to hire a casual hand
Another intelligent lady nearby, rushes into confess
That the same has occurred to her with 50% lost
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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How Did You Manage
Ooh mmm, ooh yeah
Ooh mmm-mmm-mmm
Ooh mmm, ooh uh
Ooh uh-uh-uh-uh
You made the sun
You made the moon
Gave seasons change
(Whoa)
You made the clouds
You put the rainbow
After the rain
(Whoa)
Created time
Now which one's mine
Gave pictures frames
(Whoa)
Created man
Gave him woman
Why did you do that for me?
These are the questions asked (these are the questions)
Before I lay me down and go to sleep (yeah, ooh sometimes I wonder)
Sometimes I wonder why you decided
To keep your hands on me (hands on me)
Of all the miracles, signs and wonders
There's still one mystery
How did you manage... to love me?
You breathe the life
Right into me
Then made my heart beat
(Whoa)
Created the mountains
All of the deep seas
Flowers and the trees
(Whoa)
You made tomorrow
Come again
You calm the strong winds
(Whoa)
And after all I've done
You gave me a son
Tell me why would you do that for me?
These are the questions asked (yeah)
Before I lay me down and go to sleep (right in the middle of my prayers)
Sometimes I wonder why you decided (oh yeah)
To keep your hands on me (hands on me)
Of all the miracles, signs and wonders
There's still one mystery
How did you manage... to love me?
(How did you manage that)
How did you manage... to love me?
Said I've got to know how...
(How did you manage to love me?)
After all the wrong I've done oh Lord, how...
(How did you manage to love me?)
After I've been so bad oh Lord, how...
(How did you manage to forgive me?) Oh I
Even when I didn't believe in me you believed in me Lord, how
(How did you manage to forgive me?)
Jesus you sacrificed your very life for me
(How did you manage to forgive me?)
Ohh Lord tell me...
(Why did you pay the price... for me?)
Whoo... you... why...
(How did you manage to love me?)
song performed by by R. Kelly
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If You Ever Make a Mistake
If you make a mistake,
Admit it.
And get it right out of your way.
Don't you ever fake it to escape.
Believing what is done is okay!
If you ever make a mistake,
Just admit it!
And get it out of the way.
Don't you ever fake it to escape...
That mistake someday you'll repay!
There's no need for moaning or groaning,
Over what's been done.
No one lives a perfect life,
Under the Sun!
Alibis are like houseflies.
They begin to annoy.
And habits are like pests when invited...
They are hard to destroy.
Even if you hit 'em with a bat...
They come right back!
If you make a mistake,
Admit it.
And get it right out of your way.
Don't you ever fake it to escape.
Believing what is done is okay!
If you ever make a mistake,
Just admit it!
And get it out of the way.
Don't you ever fake it to escape...
That mistake someday you'll repay!
Strap in that saddle and take that ride.
Admit that mistake made,
And push it aside!
'Okay, okay, okay!
So I made a mistake.
So what's the big deal? '
~Getting you to admit it! ~
If you make a mistake,
Admit it.
And get it right out of your way.
Don't you ever fake it to escape.
Believing what is done is okay!
If you ever make a mistake,
Just admit it!
And get it out of the way.
Don't you ever fake it to escape...
That mistake someday you'll repay!
'Okay, okay, okay!
So I made a mistake.
So what's the big deal? '
~Getting you to admit it!
If you didn't...
That mistake would have others that you make!
And with me,
That's not okay! ~
'Geeessshhh...
Okay!
But please...
Stop the song and dance routine.
I get it! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Maya....maya....mayan.....maya
MAYA …..MAYA…..MAYAN…..MAYA
Thank God, you had not
made me something different
and allowing me to express freely - even
to speak ill of you boldly
watching all events, but very silently
showing your might only selectively - yet, surely
but, one thing I am unable appreciate
is your habit of putting true devotees to harsh tests
someone is spreading, that your count-down has begun
(by 21 Dec.2012) as per the much acclaimed Mayan calendar
to destroy this Universe as a measure of punishment
if such is the case, please tell me secretly in advance
Taking now shelter, ………I would emerge
.........as the first batch of ‘new settlers' ELSEWHERE.
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Working Class - Zindabad
WORKING CLASS - ZINDABAD
She is a working lady, plus-two passed,
not a white-collar post, nor a BPO
or of fatty pay in a public sector
no well-laid, centrally cooled posh outfit
canteens to refresh or free-bees to count upon
no unions to protect -
or the day would pass
by the mere ticking of the clock,
Irrespective of the man-hours lost
or spells of maternity rests
with guaranteed pay packets,
no choice of leave, sources of loans
no yearly bonus or incentive for extra work load
or has any weapon or rights
for stoppage of work, at the slightest issues.
She is a hard working lady, with a burden to care
a family of four, father and mother are daily wagers
determined, sweaty, untiring, poor, fair sex
ten hours together, in a congested garment shop
machine-like and non-stop, for the last six long years
with no increments, murmur or tears
for a stagnant wage of Rs. 180 per day
yet, she keeps Rs. 30 aside
for an uncertain marriage of self
with lot of dreams of an honourable husband
If I were one of those magical gods
Would come to her rescue by a new ‘avtar'
as the most lovable, kind, honest match
to be in service, to this ‘restless, serene flower'
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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So Good So Right
This one is special for all the ladies
You never know I was that type of man
So good so right so good so, so good so
right so good so
So good so right so good so, so good so
right so good so
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
But you keep on watching the time,
Wondering what's on my mind
So you say you can't stay too long, cause
You know what I'm all a...
What I'm all about, what I'm all about
I don't have to sing and shout, what I'm
All about
You know what I'm all about
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Yes it's the truth it's the fact, I'm coming
To you straight from
The back in a mastering room style
Don't be shy, don't you lie, look into my
Eye
I'll tell you why, I'll teach you about
Feeling high
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Never before have you seen this, so I say
This feeling sink within my head, oh yea,
Oh yea
Never before have you believe it, so I mean
What I say
You just got to be yourself
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Yea, feel so good about something so
Right could it last another night
A feel so good about something so right
A feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
So good so right so good so, so good so
Right so good so
So good so right so good s, so good so
Right so good so
Yes it is the strife of my life, to explain
What's in my brain
If you believe what I say, baby, baby
A check in, check in, check check, check in
Check in
Check in, check in, check in, a check in,
Check in, check into my hotel
A feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
A feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
So good, so right, so good, so right, so
Good, so right
So right, I feel so good could it last
Another night
A feel so right could it last another
Night
A feel so good something so right, so
Good
Lord, I said I feel so right
A feel so good, oh could it last another
Night
A feel so right, oh could it last another
Night
A feel so good oh could it last another
Night
A feel so right oh could it last another
Night
So good, o right, so good, so right, so
Good, so good, so right
song performed by by Ziggy Marley
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Business Lovers
BUSINESS LOVERS
The women of rare, the Pandora box
of generous feelings that nothing of her is lost
true models of socialistic heart
the unsung great, on national integration cruise
the otherwise nice, is woefully on her wrong foot
tagged at a price, in exchange of her loot
short- lived drama, she plays the role as mute
hang up your boot and nose-dive into the soot
wrestling nights and joyless bouts
handsome gains for machine like work
ready- made smiles, cajole and the run-down flesh
taste-less men do waste their wealth
virtues and values are under the carpet
pricking conscience is ruthlessly slaughtered
when your dear ones are toiling in the quarters
you are bent to reward them from your………… AIDS Basket
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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My Mistake
(p. sawyer/g. jones)
My mistake was to love you, girl
Love you, girl
My mistake was to give you all
Tell the world
First i had you
In the palm of my hand
But i let you slip through
Like rain to sand
At the beginning
When i didn't care
Like my own reflection
You were always there
My mistake was to love you, girl
Love you, girl
My mistake was to give you all
Tell the world
You were sweeter
Then my very own skin
But what did i do for you
Not a thing
In front of my friends
You broke me down
Since then darling
It's hard to track you down
My mistake was to love you, boy
Love you, boy
My mistake was to give my all
Tell the world
Many a smile
You put om ny face
But i paid dearly
With the tears i taste
My tenderness
Made you cold, not sweet
'cause if a girl loves you
You only call her weak
My mistake was to love you, boy
Love you, boy
My mistake was to give my all
Tell the world
My mistake was to love you, girl
Love you, girl
My mistake was to give you all
Tell the world
song performed by by Diana Ross
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