A Great Woman
It is said “Behind
every great man.
There must definitely
be, a great woman.”
Does this proverbial saying,
explain definitively?
Adequately, why
there are so few great men?
Such an indictment.
Answering this accusation.
Is indicative in identifying.
The shallow minded.
An acquittal is adjourning.
Critics are hamstrung.
Such are not examples of.
Dream weavers with visionary.
Transcended minds.
Rather it proves.
Rather conclusively.
The fundamentally obvious.
Men and Women both.
Are made from common clay.
But how wonderfully made.
Each in their own individually.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Don't Forget who is your Father
God is Great
He created you and me so ladies and gentleman
he is the only person to praise and pray
Cause some of us we pray Alan people you pray him
who is him God is the one who created us
so guys help me to Thank him every time i'm sick i call him cause
he is the hiller the killer of diseases in the world
Help me to sing.
How great is our God sing with me how great is our God
all we sing is how great is our God age to age praise his
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Thank you Help me pliz.
poem by Ruvimbo Daisy Matsika
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How Great
Like a mother mine was delighted she gave birth
It feels as great as we felt coming to live on earth
Great as we thought it was when joining school
Highly respectable as we perceived our graduation
with great love of money for love and infatuation
Much as we thought money made people great
Then the job made great impact on love perception
We were held higher by those thinking we were great
Our mind made us take a great pride in education
With little regards to the good great book we forgot
For great eloquence in language for communication
For great crowds of ladies and gentlemen we fought
The more lovers one has, the easier it was to feel great
How great was the lavish and satisfaction
How great the diversity and the depth we experienced
How great the comfort to feel the hardness and softness
How great on earth does it taste fornication?
How great when we fear not for our Godlessness
How great when we die is going to be our tribulation?
poem by Linus Kithinji Njeru
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Presenting yourself
Presenting yourself
In all poems
And directing me
To write
This and that
Calling these fine
You made me great.
Living in this earth
I'm thankful to you
I'm just an instrument
In your hand
I'm getting self respect
Honour with family
Kith and kins
Friends and well-wishers
You appreciate me
And you made me great.
Presenting yourself
In everything and
Doing everything
Only for me
You made me great
Thanks and it is
I know not sufficient.
I'm nothing
You are really great.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Rar, The All Sufficient, The Mercifull
I AWAIT YOUR EXISTENCE WITH SO MUCH JOY! A LOVED SON, THAT IS WHOM YOU ARE! EVEN BEFORE YOU BEGAN! THY NAME I HAD MADE FAMOUS! WHO CAN BE LIKE YOU OH GREAT SON OF MINE! A SON MADE NOT BY AN ENEMY CALLED GOD! NAY, A SON MADE OF MY TOUGHTS! A SON WHO SHALL OWN GALAXIES! A SON WHO SHALL OWN PLANETS! A SON WHO SHALL OWN WORLDS! A SON WHO SHALL BE ALL THAT I LOVE! A SON WHOSE NAME I HAVE MADE FAMOUS FROM TIME IMEMORIAL! I AM RAR IHCAKYNO! FATHER OF THIS GREAT SON NOT BORN OF A WOMAN! HIS NAME IS RAR NICHI. YES, HE SHALL SAY TO ALL! I AM RAR, THE ALL SUFFICIENT, THE MERCIFULL!
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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The Great and Little Weavers
The great and the little weavers,
They neither rest nor sleep.
They work in the height and the glory,
They toil in the dark and the deep.
The rainbow melts with the shower,
The white-thorn falls in the gust,
The cloud-rose dies into shadow,
The earth-rose dies into dust.
But they have not faded forever,
They have not flowered in vain,
For the great and the little weavers
Are weaving under the rain.
Recede the drums of the thunder
When the Titan chorus tires,
And the bird-song piercing the sunset
Faints with the sunset fires,
But the trump of the storm shall fail not,
Nor the flute-cry fail of the thrush,
For the great and the little weavers
Are weaving under the hush.
The comet flares into darkness,
The flame dissolves into death,
The power of the star and the dew
They glow and are gone like a breath,
But ere the old wonder is done
Is the new-old wonder begun,
For the great and the little weavers
Are weaving under the sun.
The domes of an empire crumble,
A child's hope dies in tears;
Time rolls them away forgotten
In the silt of the flooding years;
The creed for which men died smiling
Decays to a beldame's curse;
The love that made lips immortal
Drags by in a tattered hearse.
But not till the search of the moon
Sees the last white face uplift,
And over the bones of the kindreds
The bare sands dredge and drift,
Shall Love forget to return
And lift the unused latch,
(In his eyes the look of the traveller,
On his lips the foreign catch),
Nor the mad song leave men cold,
Nor the high dream summon in vain, --
For the great and the little weavers
Are weaving in heart and brain.
poem by Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts
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(Humility Poem) A Nobody
I am nobody.
I keep telling you this.
Why won't you just listen?
I have no importance.
I have made no great discoveries.
Just trust me.
Let someone else make a stand and lead.
Captain please get me my steed.
A horse of a mighty fine breed indeed.
Fast as she can go we're off to to save the world to be.
I am nobody.
I keep telling you this.
Why won't you just listen?
I have no importance.
I have made no great discoveries.
Sir great knight, you have made so many of such wise decisions.
In the past and present.
Why won't you let us follow you to all of our deaths?
I don't desire to be your mistake.
A choice of whose blood to spill.
It will be only my own, I must do this all alone.
I am nobody.
I keep telling you this.
Why won't you just listen?
I have no importance.
I have made no great discoveries.
Let me teach from afar.
Let me never be your fallen star.
A disgraceful man who's got so little to show for all his hard work.
Please don't ask me If you can plaster me all over your tea shirts.
Idol not a single a human being.
Because no one as a individual is that great.
I am nobody.
I keep telling you this.
Why won't you just listen?
I have no importance.
I have made no great discoveries.
Mistakes will be made by both the cowardly and brave.
How far will you go to get entangled in the web we make.
To say I was part of this mans life.
Even if it was lies in which you created.
A once upon a time he was celebrated.
Now he has become just so jaded.
I am nobody.
I keep telling you this.
Why won't you just listen?
I have no importance.
I have made no great discoveries.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The revelations of great men
If you do something good in return,
You aren’t good; you settled a due.
If you do something good intently,
You aren’t good; you simply invested.
If you ask pardon for a fevour,
You aren’t great; it’s a strategy.
If you give pardon to one mightier,
You aren’t great with no alternatives.
If you speak truth when comfortable
And be honest when convenient
You cannot boast of yourself as great
As any mean one could do them at ease.
You aren’t great being just in matters
Where being otherwise of no advantage.
You aren’t great with the veil you’ve made
Of good deeds to hide the ill gotten.
You aren’t great with philanthropy
From the undue or unfair wealth got.
But for few, all great men may forgive me
For the revelations made of them.
19.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Who Is Truly Great?
Great is one who humbles oneself;
Great is one who accomplishes without expectations;
Great is one who labors for others’ welfare;
Great is one who struggles for a noble cause;
Great is one who gives his life for his Maker’s sake;
Great is one who sacrifices his precious life for truth’s sake;
Great is one who takes the road least taken;
Great is one who climbs life’s steep hills;
Great is one who treads dangerous paths for mankind’s progress;
Great is one who risks his life unduly to save others’ lives;
Great is one who although born or made handicapped does extra-ordinary feats;
Great is one who scales heights of achievements rarely done by others;
Great is one who toils in sleep-hours too for mankind’s upliftment;
Great is one who racks his brain to find a cure for a crippling disease;
Great is one who shuns selfishness for the cause of his poorer brethren;
Great is one who dies so that others can live in peace;
Great is one who lives not for oneself but others;
Great is one who loves and forgives his worst foe;
Great is one who leads life in accordance with the Word of God!
(4-13-2007)
poem by John Celes
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You could name the great stars of the silent screen who were finished; the great directors gone; the great title writers who were washed up. But remember this, as long as you live: the producers didn't lose a man. They all made the switch. That's where the great talent is.
quote by Ernst Lubitsch
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Great dreams of great dreamers are always transcended.
quote by Abdul Kalam
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Understand clearly that when a great need appears a great use appears also; when there is a small need there is small use; it is obvious, then, that full use is made of all things at all times according to the necessity thereof.
quote by Dogen Zenji
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HOW MIGHT YOUR LIFE BE DIFFERENT? (To Women)
How might your life be different?
If there had been a special place for you
A place to be with your mother
Sisters, aunts and grandmothers
Great and great, great grandmothers
A place of women
To go
To be
A woman
(To the goddess in all women)
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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How Great Thou Art
O Lord my God
When I in awesome wonder
Consider all the worlds
They hands have made
I see the stars
I hear the rollin' thunder
Thy power throughout
The universe displayed.
Then sings my soul
My Savior God, to Thee,
How great Thou art
How great Thou art
Then sings my soul
My Savior God, to Thee
How great Thou art
How great Thou art!
When Christ shall come
With shouts of acclamation
And take me home
What joy shall fill my heart
Then I shall bow
In humble adoration
And there proclaim,
''My God, how great Thou art!''
Then sings my soul
My Savior God, to Thee,
How great Thou art
How great Thou art
Then sings my soul
My Savior God, to Thee
How great Thou art
How great Thou art!
How great Thou art
How great Thou art!...
song performed by by Randy Travis
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The Great Defender
Down at the arcade the defender is there
Down off of broadway he's there playing his games
It's very dangerous
Putting money down on robotron
Oh, i'm the great defender
And i really know just how to get along
Down at the arcade, down at the arcade
Down at the arcade, down at the arcade
Down at the arcade
Down at the arcade
Oh, i'm the great defender
And i really think i've got it made
A fistful of quarters, a fifty dollar stake
Life is a gamble on video tape
I called a disc jockey
To dedicate a song to blair
It's the temps. singing "i'll be there"
Down at the arcade, down at the arcade
Down at the arcade, down at the arcade
Down at the arcade
Down at the arcade
Oh, i'm the great defender
And i really think i've got it made
The president called to give me the news
I've been awarded the nobel price in rhythm and blues
And stevie wonder
Wants to record one of my songs
Oh, i'm the great defender
And i really know just how to get along
Oh, i'm the great defender, listen to my song
I really hope you like it, it isn't very long
It's rooted in the 50s
But its heart's in 1984
And if you really like it
Then i sing it for you once more
Down at the arcade, down at the arcade
Down at the arcade, down at the arcade
Down at the arcade
Down at the arcade
Oh, i'm the great defender
And i really think i've got it made
Down at the arcade, down at the arcade
Down at the arcade, down at the arcade
Down at the arcade
Down at the arcade
...
song performed by by Lou Reed
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O Lord My God! - -Carl Boberg
O Lord my God!
When I in awesome wonder
consider all the worlds
Thy hands have made
I see the stars,
I hear the rolling thunder,
The power throughout the universe displayed
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee,
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
When through the woods and forest glades I wander
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees;
When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur
And hear the brook and feel the geltle breeze;
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee,
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
And when I think that God, His Son not sparing,
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in; -
That on the cross my burden gladly bearing,
He bled to take away my sin; -
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee,
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart!
Then I shall bow in humble adoration
And there proclaim, My God, How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee,
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
poem by Sangnam Nam
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The Higher Power
How great is God, how great indeed!
How wondrous are His Laws!
How merciful to those in need
And to each righteous cause...
God is not deaf who made our ears,
Nor blind who made our eyes...
Nor is He mindful of the years
That He might show surprise!
He does not sleep, nor feint, nor fade,
Nor slacken from His word,
His promises are proudly made
So that our faith is stirred.
It's true that we were made of dust,
In Adam long ago,
Yet we've been saved, in God we trust,
In Jesus' Name we grow...
The higher power God now shares
Is free to one and all
Who humbly offer God their prayers,
No matter, great or small...
Rejoice, dear Christian saints on Earth,
Lord Jesus is our friend...
And though God's grace we don't deserve,
His mercies never end...
I tell you this, the Lord still heals,
His wonders never cease.
His tender heart knows how each feels...
His power grants us peace.
Our God's the Potter, we're the clay...
God's word is so sublime...
So rest in Jesus, come what may,
Take one day at a time...
(July 2011)
poem by Denis Martindale
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Sonnet: On Greatness
Greatness is not a thing, much like an art;
Some man turns great if on it he stumbles;
His greatness ceases, if he thinks, he's great;
Great is he truly who tho' great, humbles.
Greatness is not true greatness, self-proclaimed;
Greatness is not what world showers on us;
Greatness is neither got by being claimed.
Greatness is not achieved by making fuss.
Greatness could come if world decides to give;
Greatness will stay if God blesses our work;
Such greatness, God-destined comes while men live;
Greatness can grow even without much luck.
Greatness doesn't come to everyone on earth;
Some men are made great; some are great by birth.
poem by John Celes
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Big Fat Woman
You big fat woman get your fat leg off of me
You big fat woman get your fat leg off of me
You feel so good
Scare the hell out of me
You got a great big leg
Got a whoppin' thigh
Great big leg
Got a whoppin' thigh
Now oooh
You got a great big leg
Got a whoppin' thigh
And every time you move make my temperature rise
That fine lookin' woman got a great big leg
Fine lookin' woman got a great big leg, Yeah
Big fat woman with a great big leg
Big fat woman got a great big leg
And every time she moves
Moves like a soft boiled egg
So big fat woman get your fat leg off of me
Now you obese woman get your fat leg off of me
You feel so good
Scare the hell out of me
song performed by by Jim Croce
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Whip
Great Great Great Great
is thy work
The fortune hunter
your uninterrupted lamp
has
torch light out the
parasite in their closet
like an erosion that called
the black pot of sacrifice of the perpetrator
Great Great Great Great
is thy work
The fervent farmer
your crude instrument
has
uprooted the unwanted ornament
in the vineyard
like locus waiting the planter
Great Great Great Great
is thy work
The lean steward
you never sleep nor slumber
in the quest of monitoring the
offender in the field like Nigeria
EFCC punching out the beautiful criminals
Great Great Great Great
is thy work
The no nonsense headmaster
with this
masquerade Cain whipping
the deaf prefect in the school of moral
The whip that caution the senior wife
is at the top of the roof for
YOU
poem by Samuel Abimbola Aladetan
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Eighth Wonder a Woman
Which you are, Pretty and Smart;
eighth wonder of you, this woman of women
where my secret, she lives full therein.
The world made you to establish her,
and must now take her notice with great pride.
Greatest of greatest savants,
established for they would adapt to this mother
of woman the woman they now know she is.
Hard working her model of great womanhood.
Softness of heart by those few and but;
when she tries to say more to them.
You are great, take them there and make vast
wide all the more deeper a pond, no a lake from
that river of such simple need, you understand it.
In charge from the beginning and
you are what makes them all blind,
Woman of woman he can see it.
Why 'I' bear witness too your long lives,
because you can and thus within reach to touch
the others in blossom sweet.
Woman of creed, creed of woman you feed.
I say, It' from the depth of your full red Lips.
Their arms I will use; too balance my seductive
broad hip, against which must lean their tree.
l am at that stage of each and every stage,
whereupon now it is they must walk and as they
reach out to grasp and with compassion I know
Delirious each curve my deep strong why, they ask.
from it, Each Falling down, how they cry, more for it.
I am that woman of every woman whom ever wishes to be.
I enter the room the latter and leave as the latter, it seams.
Orange blooms are sweet to each man and as such to each.
He do I see, so I squeeze them, hard pressed they say it is
Because the men say that I am, Eighth wonder a Woman..
Even though... i am a man.
poem by Is It Poetry
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