By Default By Design
By default by design
Time after time
Maybe you earned it,
Maybe you spurned it
But you got it...
You got it
Call it attraction or charm
Sound the alarm
Maybe you earned it,
Maybe you spurned it
But you got it...
Yes, you got it
Breaking hearts your speciality?
Why did you ever have to come so close to me
Was it love or morbid curiosity?
Either way Id say that loves a possibility
Come a little closer,
Let me see you in close detail
The object of my affections
Walked off in the other direction
By default by design
Time after time
Maybe you earned it,
Maybe you spurned it
But you got it...
You got it
Call it attraction or charm
Sound the alarm
Maybe you earned it,
Maybe you spurned it
But you got it...
Yes, you got it
Modern day romeos,
Modern day juliets
Selling their love for a packet of cigarettes
Still I remember the day that we first met...
And yet so far, so good
So what else can we ever expect?
Come a little closer, let me see you in close detail
The object of my affections walked off in the other direction
By default by design
Time after time
Maybe you earned it,
Maybe you spurned it
But you got it...
You got it
Call it attraction or charm
Sound the alarm
Maybe you earned it,
Maybe you spurned it
But you got it...
Yes, you got it
song performed by by Abc
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You Just Havent Earned It Yet, Baby
If youre wondering why
All the love that you long for eludes you
And people are rude and cruel to you
Ill tell you why
Ill tell you why
Ill tell you why
Ill tell you why
You just havent earned it yet, baby
You just havent earned it, son
You just havent earned it yet, baby
You must suffer and cry for a longer time
You just havent earned it yet, baby
And Im telling you now ...
If youre wondering why
When all I wanted from life was to be famous
I have tried for so long, its all gone wrong
Ill tell you why
Ill tell you why
Ill tell you why
Ill tell you why
But you wouldnt believe me
You just havent earned it yet, baby
You just havent earned it, son
You just havent earned it yet, baby
You must suffer and cry for a longer time
You just havent earned it yet, baby
And Im telling you now ...
Ill tell you why
Ill tell you why
Today I am remembering the time
When they pulled me back
And held me down
And looked me in the eyes and said
You just havent earned it yet, baby
You just havent earned it, my son
You just havent earned it yet, baby
You must stay on your own for slightly longer
You just havent earned it yet baby
And Im telling you now ...
You just havent earned it yet, baby
Oh ...
You just havent earned it yet, baby
Oh ...
Oh
song performed by by Smiths
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Fu Manchu
You heard about
A criminal man of virtue
Is there any doubt
His minimal strands would suit you?
Is a hard earned way
Is a hard earned way
Ill never lose
My fu manchu
My fu manchu
Let them grow out
In time youll feel so better
The vanishing pout
Now youre a real go-getter
Is a hard earned way
Is a hard earned way
Ill never lose
My fu manchu
My fu manchu
Is a hard earned way
Is a hard earned way
Occidentally tic-tac
Occidentally tic-tac
song performed by by Frank Black
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The Time For Lamps
You span a time for the lamp to drop,
It lands heavily for shame and harm;
This doing is for material hearts,
Light emanates from it as it rolls.
The room is aghast with furious alarm
Of catastrophic shapes and magical traps;
The sound of the air manages to stare
At my goals, and religious awe is great.
Inside this time we solve the mystery,
It travels like lightning bolts to the floor
To instigate sound and matter,
Munching me with light and delusion.
I have earned its corkscrew, the very thought
Turning me inside-out, like a terrible light
Earned by a man with much pain
And this means my lamp speaks like me.
poem by Naveed Akram
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If Beauty Was Earned
If beauty was earned by caring,
you could not be more beautiful.
If beauty was earned by strength of spirit,
you could not be more beautiful.
If beauty was earned by generosity,
you could not be more beautiful.
If beauty was earned by quiet introspection,
you could not be more beautiful.
If beauty was earned by joy,
you could not be more beautiful.
If beauty was earned by unselfish love,
you could not be more beautiful.
If beauty was earned by the light behind your eyes,
you could not be more beautiful to me.
poem by Robert Hiers
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But economic recovery must be earned. And it will be earned by entrepreneurs and it will be earned by small businesses.
quote by Jon Huntsman, Jr.
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Like You Have Earned It
You do nothing at all,
But want to get paid.
And this you insist!
All you want to do,
Is play a childish game.
With sweetened innocence.
Then you want to lay up and sleep all day,
Like you have earned it.
Then you snap your fingers with the giving of orders.
Like you have earned it.
Nobody here is your slave for a day.
Like you have earned it.
Or turn around and give you their hard earned dollar,
Like you have earned it!
While you eat up everything like it's okay.
Like you have earned it!
Oh...
You do nothing all day but want to get paid.
And this you insist.
All you want to do,
Is play a childish game.
With sweetened innocence.
Then you snap your fingers with the giving of orders.
Like you have earned it.
Nobody here is your slave for a day.
Like you have earned it.
Or turn around and give you their hard earned dollar,
Like you have earned it!
While you eat up everything like it's okay.
Like you have earned it!
Then you snap your fingers with the giving of orders.
Like you have earned it.
Nobody here is your slave for a day.
Like you have earned it.
Or turn around and give you their hard earned dollar,
Like you have earned it!
While you eat up everything like it's okay.
Like you have earned it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: Money
Money when God-given, will everlast;
Though spend you may like water for good deeds;
Money when earned by man will get spent fast;
And never can suffice to meet your needs.
Money when God-given will grow like trees,
And give you many luscious fruits and seeds;
Money when earned by man is gone with th'breeze,
And grows to be like scattered, useless weeds.
Money when God-given in time will stay;
Remaining blest, it helps to change man's fate;
Money when earned by man fritters away,
And invites vices, troubles, peoples' hate.
Money God-given can't beget evils,
The soul stays pure, resistant to devils.
poem by John Celes
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The Service
One earned ‘a penny’
For every pound of rice sold
And the other ‘a sovereign’
For each horse, traded.
Who reaped a greater profit?
I am at a loss to know.
It depends on turnovers in a given time.
The one who earned in penny
Could in no way be behind,
With his turnover matching.
Petty services in multiples
Take one to Bliss as well.
05.08.96
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Eleth
Give him the reward that he has earned and,
Let me go on my way;
And like my lover in Albania who dwells alone,
For the High Society is full of nakedness!
Call in Eleth and let me lead you on,
And light up your eyes and look upon my fields!
For they are already white for harvest,
And the reward is given in line with what you've earned.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Art
'YES, let Art go, if it must be
That with it men must starve —
If Music, Painting, Poetry
Spring from the wasted hearth!'
Yes, let Art go, till once again
Through fearless heads and hands
The toil of millions and the pain
Be passed from out the lands:
Till from the few their plunder falls
To those who've toiled and earned
But misery's hopeless intervals
From those who've robbed and spurned.
Yes, let Art go, without a fear,
Like Autumn flowers we burn,
For, with her reawakening year,
Be sure she will return! —
Return, but greater, nobler yet
Because her laurel crown
With dew and not with blood is wet,
And as our Queen sit down!
poem by Francis William Lauderdale Adams
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Know This and Take Notice
Whatever it is you believe I am.
And from 'whatever' point of view,
This is observed.
Know this...
I have earned to do as I please.
You can edit, splice and dice my life...
With gossip you lip.
But know this...
My gratefulness and blessings I get,
Are not exchanged with you in mind.
Know this...
I suggest you not waste your time,
On someone who has both identity and peace of mind.
And know this about that...
To someone who has earned to be who and what they are,
You are far from being a priority.
And distant from being placed on their agenda.
In other words...
You do not exist!
Not for someone like this!
Or me.
Know this and take notice.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eight Minutes To One
In the early hours the radio alarm
went off at eight minutes to one
despite me setting it earlier for six
and checking that it was on.
Now wide awake I rechecked the setting;
and I had definitely made no mistake.
I put it down to an electrical malfunction
and fell asleep until it was time to wake.
I didn’t think any more about the alarm
and continued with my normal day.
The alarm was already set for six o’clock
so I went to bed in the usual way.
At eight minutes to one the alarm went off
exactly the same time as the previous night.
Again I checked on my alarm settings
and again everything was set right.
This time I unplugged the whole radio unit
and recalibrated the time and alarm.
I was now happy that all would be okay
and fell asleep relaxed and calm.
The following night I went to bed as usual
and slept until eight minutes to one.
The cursed radio alarm went off again,
so this radio’s days were done.
The next day I bought an electrical travel clock
and tried out the alarm there and then.
It worked like a charm and I was very pleased,
so that night I went to bed at ten.
At eight minutes to one the alarm went off again
and I could hardly believe this to be true.
I was faced with a problem that had to be sorted,
and a mechanical clock should do.
I bought a large brass, twin belled wind up clock;
set the alarm and several times tried it out.
That night I retired expecting a good night’s sleep,
with no electrics to care about.
At eight minutes to one the alarm went off,
and I threw the clock against the wall.
I was now convinced something supernatural
was causing the earlier morning call.
Over the next few days I tried several clocks
and the alarms went off the same.
In the end I didn’t have a clock in the room,
and I never will again.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Ballade: Du Concours De Blois
I'm dying of thirst beside the fountain,
Hot as fire, and with chattering teeth:
In my own land, I'm in a far domain:
Near the flame, I shiver beyond belief:
Bare as a worm, dressed in a furry sheathe,
I smile in tears, wait without expectation:
Taking my comfort in sad desperation:
I rejoice, without pleasures, never a one:
Strong I am, without power or persuasion,
Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
Nothing is sure for me but what's uncertain:
Obscure, whatever is plainly clear to see:
I've no doubt, except of everything certain:
Science is what happens accidentally:
I win it all, yet a loser I'm bound to be:
Saying: ‘God give you good even!' at dawn,
I greatly fear I'm falling, when lying down:
I've plenty, yet I've not one possession,
I wait to inherit, yet I'm no heir I own,
Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
I never take care, yet I've taken great pain
To acquire some goods, but have none by me:
Who's nice to me is one I hate: it's plain,
And who speaks truth deals with me most falsely:
He's my friend who can make me believe
A white swan is the blackest crow I've known:
Who thinks he's power to help me, does me harm:
Lies, truth, to me are all one under the sun:
I remember all, have the wisdom of a stone,
Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
Merciful Prince, may it please you that I've shown
There's much I know, yet without sense or reason:
I'm partial, yet I hold with all men, in common.
What more can I do? Redeem what I've in pawn,
Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
poem by François Villon
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Fate's Watershed Awaits Ahead 1722
I who was king, taught all to sing, when Greenland still was green,
scoff at the way most homage pay today to progress crowned.
Fat profit's ring, its scorpion sting shall strike, spike anguish keen,
oh lack a day! Man's lost his way, with motives so unsound.
I who foresaw from shore to shore how wonderlust would mean
no stone unturned, deserved, ill earned, in search of mirage dreams
when rotten core exploits the poor, when little in between
extremes is learned, with justice spurned and bridges burned it seems.
I who remain in etching plain, on bone forever set
call all to see that history for vengeance cries aloud.
Fate's watershed awaits ahead to help this world forget
that man once walked, at nothing balked, to stand out from the crowd,
exploiting earth throughout its girth, ambitions daily whet
by hubris swank and reasons rank, by ways in which rank proud
sought to oppress, yet nonetheless Time, grinning, will not let
poor jokes to last, and very fast shall flood man's pride low bowed.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The hard earned is well earned
Food smells sweeter
And tastes richer
For waiting souls.
Hard earned woman
Is a well earned treasure.
I found it in her.
08.08.2001
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Work Overtime Turbo Drive
long overdue
a well earned rest
about to sleep,
sweet sweet well earned sleep,
my eyes can hardly peep
about to hit my pillow,
think instant sleep sublime,
will caress my soul be bedtime mine
I will heartily wallow,
in gentle sleeps slumber pastime,
this rest of tired mind be chime downtime fine
long long past,
sleep sleep past early dawn time,
long overdue this hard nightime earned recline
peacetime nest so welcomed
this rest among clime blessed
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Falliteration... Autumnal Pause
An instance in introspection…
A pause in the passing of the seasons
As if Nature rested and reflected on it’s feckless design
Resigned, supine, upon it’s random reasons
Time to let free the lifeless leaves
From the tired, tremulous… and timeless trees
To allow the meadows to quiescently crisp’en
Let Nature’s labors, lessen… and then cease
To quiet busy buzz of beleaguered bees
let them listen instead… in well earned ease
Autumn…that pregnant period of pause needed…
and embraced unabashedly by all things… great and small
Richly earned respite,
from the timeless trek of the seasons,
Shyly… and slyly seized… by first freeze
of Nature …in the fallow freshness of Fall…
Sap dropping….then stopping
Then…nothing at all
poem by David Whalen
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I am not all that i am supposed to be
A cry a sigh a reason why
this world should be for me
No sanity, humanity
Can ever let me be
I close my eyes from troubled skies
Pretend I am elsewhere
But all around the folk I've found
Would rather I'm not there.
From days alone in mortgaged home
To Nights where sleep was lost
A price to pay for every day
It all comes down to cost.
The single tear then born from fear
Exposed your weaker side
A striking pose with runny nose
Your feelings you can't hide.
Confidence or on the fence
Our very soul at risk
No in-between for troubled teen
The punishment as brisk
So don't let bile turn people vile
Just be the friend you can
No medals earned for people spurned
Just love your fellow man.
poem by Dave James
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Sound The Alarm
Sound the alarm.
Let's turn off the charm
that has hypnotized our kind.
Hypnotized and robotized
the workings of our mind.
Sound the alarm.
Close the door on the farm
that has penned us in too long.
Sciencized and cannonized
to believe in all that's wrong.
Unite the ones
whose blood still runs
warm when ere they bleed.
Not immunized nor mesmerized
by those not of our seed.
Sound the alarm.
Don't let them disarm
the humans that are awake.
Untranquilized and unvictimized
by the fangs of the deadly snake.
Wake up the rest.
That is the test
to ultimately defeat our foe.
For dehumanized and disorganized
is how they'll have us go
away.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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~ Spurned Love ~
~ SPURNED LOVE ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
26.09.09.
Solid sun rays
Hurt me.
Liquid dusk
Drops
Droops
Troops
Props
Soothe
Emollient
Salve me.
O’ Sun God
Stay timid.
Beam from abyss
O’ Dusk Queen
Imbue segue
Flummox for
Acheful blissful
Romance with my
Spurned love.
.
Solid sun rays
Hurt me.
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Copyright reserved by the author
poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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